Summer afternoon mom was dressed and ready to leave for work, she came out to the pool picking up the pool filter hose to wet me down , so I returned the favor the result was blood curdling screams. Later that night I thought I was dead meat when she told my Dad... all he could do was laugh so I was instantly off the hook.
I'll bet no one here had their mother chase them for a block in curlers and armed with a frying pan....at my mom's funeral the Pastor thought it was necessary to bring that fold memory up .
.....What a great thread drift !