Me: Steer away from those mailboxes.
Jeremy: Aww. They're friendly.
Me: Until you hit them.
Now you might think that friendly-until-you-hit-them is one of those universal truths, but it isn't.
Yesterday I received an email from a member of my sons' Tae Kwon Do studio about an upcoming event. When I replied, I identified myself as the mother of Sam and Jeremy because my last name is different from theirs. The gentleman wrote back, "I'm very familiar with your sons. Sam has kicked me in the head a few times." He meant it as a compliment.
There's also friendly-even-after-you-hit-them.
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