"Great, we're in the middle of CLUCKING nowhere! We'll have to find a hospital. I'll be so CLUCKING embarrassed! What the CLUCK were you thinking?! Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluuuuuck!
I could just picture myself trying to explain how my son had gotten into this situation and how the nurses and doctors would burst into laughter. Luckily, Greg eventually got it out himself and we continued on our way. I tried to calm down, wishing we were the sort to bring alcohol on trips such as these.
Periodically, my sons would start laughing again. They took pleasure in seeing me so discomposed. This would just get me going all over again. "You think this was funny?! What are you, CLUCKING nuts?! I am normally a fun loving person who likes a joke, but there is a time and place for everything. That was not the time, nor the place.
Luckily, I can also see the humor in things"eventually. A few days later, I overheard the story told by my sons to their friends. They did a great impression of me. It has now become one of my favorite stories and when I get to a certain point; I fold up my arms and flap my wings while I cluck away.
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