My Mom had five kids. Even though every one of those kids was planned for and loved, when you have five, parameters must be set.
“If no one is dead and nothing is on fire than you better let me finish this phone call.”
That’s the line my Mom used on me the day my brother and I built a see saw in the backyard. I jumped on my end before he was ready and a two by four flew up and hit him in the face. There was a lot of blood. Sometimes the line she used included a part about blood, but not that day. When I ran inside to get her, she dropped that on me and I ran right back out. A second later Steve staggered in, bleeding all over the place, pointing at me.
“Why didn’t you tell me Melanie!” “He’s not on fire! And he’s not dead!”I keep wondering when I’ll bust that sucker out on my own wild ones.