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Part
2 - I'll swat your....fly!
Dinner time at the Kehrer household was always good for laughs.
My brother David was always a little hyper and seemed to manage
to spill his milk at every meal. I swear this is true. I don't think
I can remember a meal where he didn't spill something or other.
On this particular night, there was a fly buzzing around the kitchen
and my brother doing his best Don Quixote, valiantly trying to vanquish
said fly with his mighty fly swatter. He jumped, he quietly stalked,
he dashed, and he smashed until after laying yet another blow upon
a piece of kitchen utensil or maybe my dad's head. I can't remember.
But, by this time, my father had had enough and reached his boiling
point.
Trying to keep his cool, but, not succeeding very well he told
my brother to stop it. My brother being a relentless soul , said
"But, dad, I'm swatting a fly!" My dad was having of it and said
"I'll swat your..." and stopped dead realizing what he was about
to say.
My mother started it, letting out gales of laughter, following
by me and then my brother and then my father got that sheepish grin
on his face telling us that he didn't want to laugh but the moment
was too funny to ignore. God knows what the darn fly thought of
all of us, but, we completely forgot about him and went about our
dinner.
Fly 1, David 0
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