Cory – child number three in the birth order and quickly approaching age 22 – was over and being a smart ass yesterday and I told him if he didn’t cut it out I would come over to where he was sitting and smack him. 

He threatened to throw his water on me.

I told him that glass of water would not be enough to protect him.

He said, "It’s enough to melt you."

Damn…he got his mother’s wicked sense of humor.  I couldn’t help myself – I had to grin at that witty retort (but I coupled it with the evil twitching eye for good measure). 

Ah, the irreverence of youth.  I may be getting a bit slower as I get older, but no worries…I still have my flying monkeys. 😉

Day two hundred and forty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da

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