An amusing thing my Dad said on the weekend

I went to the footy on Sunday with Midbro, Niecey and my Dad.
Dees vs Gold Coast Suns. Go Dees!
Remember Niecey's first trip to the footy? Well her second visit was just as cute, AND she got to go on to the ground after the game. Niecey's first time on the hallowed turf of the MCG! I tried to get a photo but was worried that one of the 1500 footballs being kicked around would hit me, ahem, I mean Niecey, in the head and so didn't manage to capture the precious moment.

Anyway, fun as it was to take Niecey on to the MCG, the highlight was actually this hilarious thing my Dad said.

Firstly, let me tell you a little about my Dad.
He is what one might refer to as a typical Aussie bloke. He likes to drink beer, eat steak and watch the footy, preferably together. When he goes to go to the toilet he tells everyone he is going to see a man about a dog. He talks in rhyming slang for reals.When I was little he wore nothing but a blue t-shirt and blue stubbies for about 3 years. He has a moustache. He looks exactly like Coxy but sounds exactly like Bill Hunter.

He's a total tough nut, but turns to marshmallow for Niecey. Loves the shi+ out of her. It's pretty adorable really. You know those pictures of gorillas hugging kittens? Well that's what it looks like when my Dad holds Niecey. He will also do almost anything to keep her entertained, which is why he had a bunch of soft toys with him at the footy on Sunday, to keep her amused in the event the Dees were not putting on a blistering show (totally unlikely Dad!!). One of these toys was a small rubber pig, quite like a rubber ducky, but actually a piggy. Niecey kept sucking on it then giving it to me, then I would wipe it down on my membership scarf and hand it back. It went on like this for some time. Apparently this is an awesome game when you are very small. While wiping off the baby saliva one time, I discovered that the pig's name was printed on the bottom. ALEX, it said. How cute! I thought.
I turned to Dad and said " Hey Dad, guess what this pig's name is?"
"Porky", he said.
"No, try again!"
"Snuffles" he guessed.
"No, not snuffles".
"Is it Oinker?" he asked.
"No Dad, it's not a pig's name, it's a gentleman's name".
"Maurice?" he said.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Maurice!