That Thick Head of Yours

Last night, the husband and I ended up on a triple date. It was great fun. Witty conversation, plus catching up on their oldies and our oldies, all of our children and their grandchildren. New jokes were shared and old ones were repeated. They're still funny. People interrupt each other and then feel free to say, "Well, I didn't think you were ever going to stop talking."

I've noticed that several of my friends are starting to refer to their husbands as "Big Daddy."

Well, in the spirit of the moment -- we were talking about childhood things -- I told a story about my mother thumping me on the head. I was a stubborn and saucy child. Occasionally, I could push her to the limits. In that rare instance, she would thump my head and say, "When am I going to get through that thick head of yours?" Not abuse; just trying to get my attention.

Big Daddy was over the moon with this story. He belly laughed. Then, he spent the entire evening pretending to thump me on the head and repeat the mantra. Oh, what have I done? I experienced it in my childhood and now I will face it again at my age. Probably for the rest of my life. Like a dog with a bone, the husband will not let this one go. When we went to bed last night, I tried to grab the remote. He thumped my head and said, "When am I going to get through that thick head of yours?"

I don't think the oldies thump each other on the head but I should recommend it. I might take the cue (because it does get your attention) and start doing my own thumping. Imagine the business meeting... I've made a presentation and everyone is pondering. I could walk around the room, thumping people on their heads and say, "When am I going to get through that thick head of yours?"

I'll either get a lot of new business or I'll go to prison.