Last night, we were laying in bed and I asked Mr. 1969 what was the worst spanking he ever got.
Mr 1969: One time when I was six, I had just learned how to light matches. I was playing on my mom’s bed while she was downstairs cooking dinner. She had a book of matches on the dresser and I started lighting them. One started burning really fast and I panicked and dropped it on her bed. The bed was on fire.
Me: WHAT? What did you do?
Mr 1969: She had this big bottle of Jean Nate so I grabbed the cover (it was kind of round) and I turned it upside down and filled it with water and threw it on the bed. I must have made about three or four trips but I put the fire out.
Me: Wow. Did you go tell her what happened?
Mr 1969: Hell no.
Me: What did you do then?
Mr 1969: I made the bed.
Me: *blank stare* You made the bed? I bet you folded down the comforter and everything.
Mr 1969: Sure did. It was tight.
Me: I see where Tali 2 gets it. Hmph.
Mr 1969: WHAT?
Me: Yup, I would have whooped your azz.