|I'm in the middle sitting on the infamous bean bag!|
When I was growing up swear words weren't allowed in the house. That went for the adults too. My parents were both incredibly hard workers. My father worked twelve hour shifts without any days off and my mother kept a herd of children alive day in and day out. Needless to say when my parents went to sleep it was best to leave them alone. I learned this the hard way.
When I was about six or seven years old, I was running around the house looking for someone to play with. In our living room we had giant bean bags instead of couches or chairs. They made perfect places to lounge while watching TV or while playing hot lava. This particular day I saw my father laying on the pillow and thought, "I know I'll jump in his lap and he'll play with me!"
I took a running leap and landed on his belly. He let out a yell and looked me straight in the face and said, "You....you...you...big.....ninny!" I know now as an adult he was filtering through the words he could use and not get in trouble with my mother. I had no idea what a ninny was, but I was certain that staying on his lap could prove hazardous to my health. I ran to my room and hid until I was called for lunch. It's best to let sleeping dogs and parents lie.