I couldn’t resist the title. The word conjures up a fond memory for me. (And where did your mind go just then?!)
I last made it home for Christmas in 2008. My oldest niece and my nephew were both 4 at the time. Just before Christmas Eve dinner, Ella tore down the stairs from my mom’s playroom and through the house screaming. She stopped dramatically in the dining room, brushed the hair from her face, and declared, “Isaac is trying to screw me!”
My siblings and their spouses all looked at her with confusion. Screw? What!
Seconds later, Isaac ran up behind Ella with a devilish grin on his face…and with a giant, orange plastic screwdriver in hand.
12 thoughts on “Screwed”
kids are too funny… LOVE the pic! well done..
From a purely non prurient perspective, I can say that I like this.
Hehe. Thank you, Prospero. 🙂
Great story Jolene! Thanks for making me laugh:-)
I’m glad I could do that! Kids make for some of the best stories…and they’re always so completely innocent and oblivious to any double meanings.
Very true. Kids are absolutely brilliant that way!
😀 I glad I stopped to read. I also miss MN Christmases.
Thanks, Gary! Washington Christmases just aren’t the same, are they? It’s not the same without the snow and the big family get togethers.
oddly enough i was there for some reason, i remember that happening! lol.
You were?? That was an awesome moment! I miss Minnesota Christmases.