So there we were, all four of us sitting around the dinner table. My daughter, Megan 10, likes to play this dinner time thing where she pulls precut questions out of a plastic drinking cup to and uses them as conversation topics.

My wife, being the cleverest vixen she is, decided to pull up her own question off of her phone for a bit a variety. It’s my wife’s turn to ask her question to which she reads off, “If you could be any person you wanted for a week, who would it be and why?”

She looks to her left and eyes me expecting an answer. I lower my fork and focus my gaze out into the beyond for the one and half a seconds it takes for me to come up with an answer. Refocusing on my family I reply “Hugh Hefner, I think he lives an interesting and artistic life.”

The part glare, part frown, part grin I get from my wife tells me my mouth trumped my brain again.

My daughter looks to me as says “Who’s Hugh Hefner?”

My wife’s eyes lock onto me as if saying ‘See what you’ve started?’

I face my daughter and say, “He was a man of naturalistic art.”

Something sparks in my daughter’s face as she faces her mother and says “I would want to be Taylor Swift cause I would sing her music. I really love her music.”

My wife says, “Somehow I knew you would say that.”

I wink in my wife’s direction, “Did you know I would say mine?”

I just get an eye back.

Then our son, Drew 6, speaks up. He says, “I want to be Hugh Hefner as well.” My wife and I exchange looks of ‘Does he even what he is saying?’ Drew then adds, “He sounds fun.”

My wife looks back at my face and comes close to spitting up part of her dinner into her napkin out of ever increasing laughter.

Two minutes later, once she has calmed herself down some more, she says to me “I would have chosen Jacqueline Kennedy for the sheer Joy of watching you in Dallas.”

Mildly put off by her desire to see my brains sprayed out I come up with my response. “I’m surprised you didn’t say Lorena Bobbitt?”

She raises her glass of wine and gives a mock salute.