The slackjaws

Had another run in with the slackjawed kids from next door the other day.

One of them was inside the garage playing around and the other burst in through the open door and exclaimed, "What the hell is going on in here?"

My calm response was that "we don't use that kind of language in this house." The child had a blank look on his face. Not unlike the one that past across my mind.

An internal conversation began immediately. "What the f**k did I just say? We don't use that kind of language, what the f**k does that mean? Who am I, Ned Flanders? Hi diddly ho neighbor-ino, what can I do-diddly-do you for?"

I'm in a flat spin out to sea....