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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: Re: +=+=+=+ Breakfast Later +=+=+=+ Repost
Date: 29 Nov 2011 22:40:01 -0600
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In article <Xns9FACE1C2693Edanaplblccom@127.0.0.1>, <danap@dana.com>
wrote:
> Great story Grant.
Thank you. One of my first. I'll try to write and post more in the
future.
Take care
Grant
> " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote in
> news:4ed56f4a$0$36219$bb4e3ad8@newscene.com:
>
> >
> > ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
> >
> > Breakfast Later
> >
> > 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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Grant
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