That Word

We were watching a new British show on the Food network the other evening, and between the unfamiliar accents and the poor sound quality, we were having a hard time keeping up with what was being said. In fact, Ron gave up entirely, and started chatting about a subject we had already discussed and put to bed. Or so I thought.

I nodded and answered politely but briefly while straining to understand what Jamie Oliver was telling his group of newbie chefs. After a while my replies became a little sarcastic when Ron just wouldn't take the hint.

"So do you agree with what I'm saying?"

"Yes sir."

"No, really, is that what you think too?"

"Yes sir."

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

"No sir."

"You aren't just agreeing with me because you know that if you disagree, I won't punish you?"

What? Did he just use the P word? That's a word that is rarely used around here. He finally had my undivided attention.

"Do you mean that if I agree with you, you'll spank me?"

"Nope."

"Oh, then if I disagree with you, you'll spank me."

"Nope."

"Then how do I get a spanking?"


We didn't see the end of the program.