Great story Grant.
" +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote in
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> Breakfast Later
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> We have a big country house and a big family in it and lots of
> relatives visit us in the summer and mostly mostly boys stay over a
> lot which is great of course. LOL
> One summer morning when I was 14 I was early to the saturday breakfast
> table (I learned straight on that first pickings are best) and just
> mom and dad were there. Mom was making flapjacks (pancakes) and
> sausages and eggs. Dad was already working on a stack of flapjacks
> with maple syrup and butter (yum!) when I walked in and asked mom for
> some and took one and a plate.
> She said I had to "wait for the other boys to show up and where are
> they and why are they taking so long in the bathroom?"
> I said (trying to get around the subject) "They're doing the usual
> things".
> She said "What could they be doing that could take so long?"
> I thought hard and said "Do you want me to take the flap jackoff the
> plate till they come?"
> Dad exploded a mouthful of half chewed sticky flapjack bits all over
> the table. For a couple seconds mom just stood there with a confused
> look on her face and then it dawned on her what I just said. While dad
> looked like he was trying to strangle himself to keep from laughing up
> a storm, big belly shaking like it was churning butter to beat the
> band, mom got real red (almost as dark as dad but mostly in pretty
> spots on her cheeks) and hollered at me "Go to your room!"
> I scampered to safety.
> I could hear the other boys asking what happened when they saw the
> messy table when they had finally done their businesses in the
> bathroom. I don't think Dad could talk straight then (didn't hear a
> peep from him) but I heard mom tell them to sit and eat. Then they
> went outside to play and I was still alone in my room hungry without
> breakfast. A minute or so later mom comes in to my room with a glass
> of milk and a plate piled high with her good food and trying to keep a
> stern face and not quite succeeding. She's really a soft touch and
> can't keep mad for long. She said I could go out and play when I
> finished. I couldn't let her leave without a big long hug.
> Later that night when all the boys got together before bed I told them
> what happened at breakfast. I warned them first not to make a ruckus
> which was fortunate because when they heard the story they couldn't
> stop cracking up for a good long time. With blanket corners stuffed in
> their mouthes to keep quiet. Some of the boys had to be "persuaded" a
> little to take that precaution I have to admit. Not that I didn't have
> some fun helping them pass the tickle test.
> After things quieted down a bit we went to sleep. Almost. I knew what
> they were doing and the word didn't have an extra "flap" in it. What I
> was doing didn't either.
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