Last summer I was about to leave the house and placed my oldest son in charge of Thomas. I went to the backyard to tell Thomas I was leaving. He was playing on a neighbor's swingset so I called to him, "Thomas! Come here!"
As he got close to me, he slumped his shoulders and said, in a downward sloping voice, "I know, I know... I'm grounded."
"Grounded for what?"
"Oh!... Nothing... see ya!" and with that he ran off to play again. I was so bewildered I just walked away without even telling him why I had summoned him. And to this day I still have no idea why he should have been grounded. Maybe that's best.
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