That made me laugh, Phil.  Thanks for sharing it!


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Carol



----- Original Message -----
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, December 26, 2003 3:28 AM
Subject: Re: Family holiday conflicts


> After commenting on this topic, I remembered one of our family fights on a
> Thanksgiving that still makes me laugh yet today.  My son Trenton was 20
> years old at the time and my son Everett was 15 years old.  Everett had
been
> taking Karate for a few months but he was still two years away from
getting
> his first black belt.  The last time I had given Everett a whippin, he had
> been about 12 and he was pretty big even then.  So now, as I said, he is
> fifteen.  I just had given my son, Trenton, 30 days to find a place to
live
> because he was getting too big to live with mom and dad and he was
becoming
> disrespectful.  In fact, I had kicked the basement door off its hinges,
> thank God for cowboy boots, because he had walked out on me while I was
> talking to me and gone downstairs and shut his door.  That door, to this
> day, won't hang right and we even put a new door into the frame so there
is
> something rong with the frame.  I was smart though.  If it had been
anything
> less than a hollow core door, I would have never kicked it.  Anyhow,
> Trenton, at this age, thought he was pretty smart.  He was but I was still
> his dad and Sandy was still his mom.  By the way, Trenton was 15 years old
> the last time I whipped him for talking back to his mom.  Anyhow, somehow,
> after eating Thanksgiving as a family, Everett and Trenton got into an
> argument.  Trenton was trying to tell Everett how to live and what to do
and
> it snow balled into one big argument.  Everett jumped up and told his
bigger
> brother that if he didn't shut his moth, he was going to pound him into
the
> ground.  Trenton told him to try it.  Wrong, wrong, wrong.  You don't
> challenge Everett.  I was sitting in the living room listening to the
whole
> thing and kind of enjoying not being in the argument for once.  Well,
> Everett was on his feet and began pushing his older brother all around the
> living room.  They were both yelling and I was laughing about it all until
I
> suddenly realized, Trenton was on the edge of being pounded into dirt.
So,
> being the good father that I am, I figured I best put a stop to this.  So
I
> started yelling just like they were at each other.  That didn't work at
all.
> So, realizing my oldest son was about to meet his Maker, I jumped up and
> dove head first into the fight.  As I said, I hadn't spanked Everett since
> he was 12 years old and I could even hold him down back then.  Well, when
I
> dove into the fight, they were pushing at each other and I tried grabbing
> Everett to pull him back.  Sure, fat chance.  Everett was committed.  He
> shook me off like I wasn't even there.  I finally had to wrap my arms
around
> him from behind, discovering in the process his chest was way bigger
around
> than mine now, and I halled backwards with all my strength to separate
them.
> It was no easy task because I was still half laughing about the whole
thing.
> Anyway, I have already mentioned how Everett paid 750 dollars for his
older
> brother, his wife, and two little girls, to fly out here for this
Christmas
> so they are friends now.  Thank the Lord.  If they got into it now, I'd
> probably break an arm trying to separate them or have a heart attack due
to
> the strain.
>
> Phil.
>