You’re going to make him sore

 


You’re going to make him sore


    One of my favorites that I passed on to Greg since his version of my Dad's speech was spot on. It was a lazy Summer afternoon in the last stages of my parents living in South Gate. Stephen and Barbara had stopped by to visit with Cheryl and the family had gathered in the small den in the back of the house. The den was equipped with a fully stocked bar in what had been a closet in my bedroom. As soon as BC saw me out of the house he "redecorated the old room and made it into a man cave with color TV, glass shelves of booze and plenty of ash trays for all the smokers. The "girls" took to some day-drinking and by late afternoon Barbara was pretty well-oiled and feeling no pain. I believe Christine joined later with baby Shaun who was being oohed and ahhed at by all in the den. It was somebody's infant, maybe not Shaun but... The now pretty sloshed Barbara, being an accomplished Mom scooped up the baby and was swaying a bit as she held him aloft. It was then that BC attempted some diplomacy and said "honey don't you think you should put the baby down...you're going to make him sore." When I reported this advise to Greg he guffawed then and in every occasion thereafter when it was used. Mostly it came to mean anyone who was a bit too tipsy who needed to settle down a bit and slow down. 



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