July 14, 2006


The boys and I were at lunch with Eric when Bones started to mess around with his drink.

I said to Bones, ‘If you spill that drink, I’m getting you a baby cup.’

Bones sat there for a minute then said a bit incredulously with a very somewhat shocked expression, raised eyebrows and wider than normal eyes, “Did you say you were going to break my neck?”

I replied, “NO! I said I’d get you a BABY CUP! Sheesh!”

Eric laughed and said, ‘You can tell the boy has gotten his share of threats…’

True, very true, but damn, I’ve never threatened to break his neck or even anything remotely close! I swear!

Posted by Boudicca at July 14, 2006 10:01 PM | TrackBack

Good lord. That sounds like conversations with my Dad. Huh?

Posted by: Jerry at July 14, 2006 11:24 PM


Posted by: vw bug at July 15, 2006 07:12 AM

Say what? My mom used to threaten to break my neck all the time.

Posted by: Angus of Lochanside at July 15, 2006 11:12 AM

Sounds like Bones is going to take after you and your hearing.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at July 15, 2006 01:06 PM

My sainted Mother used to threaten quite often that she was gonna rip my arm out by the roots and beat me to death with the wet end of it.

Never did, though.

Posted by: Gerry N. at July 17, 2006 01:51 AM