"Mom, I'm sorry I drank your tea."
"That's OK, Son #2, I don't mind if you have some."
"No, Mom, I'm REALLY sorry. That was the bitterest, most horrible stuff I have ever had. I don't know how you can drink it."
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He he.
Also, I am imagining that you really call him Son #2 when you talk to him and that is funny.
Who doesn't love tea?!
Probably a good thing though - he won't do it again huh? ;o)
Alf, yes, it is funny. Often I am working on these posts and I have to go back and change the names to numbers...because it IS odd, this no-names-for-the-sons rule of mine, but I am sticking with it.
Penelope-I agree with you, tea is WONDERFUL, and I practically live on it. But my sons...they like it sweet. Me, I just want it strong enough to peel the paint off the barn.
I guess I'm lucky that way - to have only one of each gender. I can generally get away without using names without too much confusion. :-)
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