Dillon and I could hear the swats as they
landed on poor David's backside. I could see my own brat cringe when they
landed. I wanted to go over and comfort my brat. However, I just flipped the
pages of the newspaper I was pretending to read just to let him know I was
still in the room, but still very upset with what had taken place.
It was not too long ago Dillon was over my
knee getting his ass blistered for the stunt, that he and David pulled when
they were told to put the left over away. When Allen and David joined us in the
living room I could tell that David would have preferred to stay in the bedroom
until we were gone. David gave a pleading look when Allen pointed to the
kitchen. David just hung his head and went to the kitchen.
"Dill, go help." I told him in a
no nonsense voice.
"Yes sir." Dill told me as he
went to go help with the clean up.
Allen gave me a rum and coke, then he sat
down in his chair. "Tell me, Gary how do they get ‘let's have a food fight’
out of ‘put the food away’?" he asked taking a sip of his drink.
I just shrugged my shoulder.
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