We are very fortunate to have a great relationship with one of Joe's neighbors. At times, you can call us the Paloney-Holden family. They ate Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner with us, my mom watches the kids, Christyn picked Joe up from the hospital when he had his table saw accident because my parents and I were out of town, when we had 10 feet of snow in March, Joe used the snow blower and cleared their driveway..you get it. They have 2 kids, Matthew and Nathan, who are 9 and 5. Their house operates under martial law, with Christyn as the general (Dave is a pilot and is gone a lot) In short, these kids have great manners and are expected to behave and if they don't, there are consequences - and they know it. They refer to my parents and Mr. and Mrs. Paloney, and Joe and I as Mr. Joe and Miss Nicole.
Yesterday, we were at the lunch table and Dave was getting after Nathan for putting sugar on his frosted flakes at breakfast - telling him his nice white teeth were going to rot if he kept eating that much sugar, and that he would have a mouth "full of lead like daddy did". Christyn made some comment about how she sometimes would like to knock the rest of his teeth out sometimes (jokingly) and Nathan got real quiet and looked at her and said:
"Mommy, Jesus would not like that very much".
Of course, Joe, Dave, Christyn and I were cracking up, and we had to stop because this was a very serious matter as far as Nate was concerned. Chrsityn quickly assured him he was right, that was not nice and apologized to Dave. That satisfied Nathan, who then asked "May I please be excused from the table" very quickly (that is the only way you leave the table in that house) We had a good laugh about it after both of them left.
Where do they come up with this stuff??