A Tale of Two Red Boxes
This is a tale of two red boxes. I can be a bit of clutz sometimes, known as Butterfingers affectionately by my wife. As such, over the years, I have learned to always take my watches on or off over a desk or a bed or somewhere where a fall would be grace...
Glad he didn’t make you sweat too long.
I might not have reacted as pleasantly as you did.
That was too good! I have to give your son credit for such a subtle but impactful prank!💪🏽🤣🤣🤣
No joke, I was starting to get palpitations just reading your story as it evolved! These types of “funny” episodes can be hazardous to one’s health *whew!*
That is a really great story.
It appears your son knows exactly what you value and how to get you going, just remember what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That really is a great story and no doubt a great memory for the future. Marc
Thanks all!
Yes, have to forgive that he was five years old and actually pretty good when I think about it. Pretty devious and knew exactly where to hit me where it would hurt the most. Little effort for the most impact, so I have to be proud of him for that. Still w...
I have six of those boxes
and if my nephew cranks me he’s gonna be in a lot of trouble because he’s 29!🤣