Festivus, Part II

It happened to me at breakfast, as well.  Kid grabs my ear, starts pulling.

I grab his wrist, bend it up and behind him, and squeeze. “Do not lay hands on an adult.  Do not start fights.  You don’t know where a fight will take you, but usually it’s to bad and painful places.”

Like, you know, prison.

Or Afghanistan.

Why the heck does this keep happening to me?

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