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This is just too good not to share. A few days ago I got a phone call that started with someone giggling. I never hang up on those until I check the caller ID. Sure enough, it was from our seven year old grandson, Tyler.
"Tee-hee. Grandma? Can you come and give my Daddy a spanking? Tee-hee-hee."
"A spanking? Why? What's Daddy doing?"
"Well, he's your son and he keeps teasing me."
"Yes, he's my son, but what's he doing?"
"He flipped me with his sock. And it smelled, Grandma! Tee-hee-hee."
"Tyler, is this a 1-800-Grandma call?"
"A what?"
"Never mind. But if your Daddy needs a spanking, you better call 1-800-Grandpa."
Guess I still subscribe to the "Just wait until your father gets home" threat. Tee-hee-hee.
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