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Why don't you pour yourself a nice cup of coffee, pull up a chair and sit a little while.
No time to explain this one from the late 1960s right now ... but Mama is not beating me in the face with a wooden spoon as punishment. So don't call the cops.
Posted by Jeffrey at 1:43 PM
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Oh sure, sure.
Son, do you really know what you were doing? You had this thing about saying, "oooooooo" and I would move the spoon back and forth and the sound you made was cute for your age. If I would take the spoon down, you would reach for it and pull it back to your mouth. No, I didn't hit you in your mouth with the spoon but when you got older and talked back to me, I would back hand you before you ended your sentence. I'm sure you remember that. I had to look twice to make sure that was me holding you. ILY
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