Watch out Birds
As a way of background, It is a ritual to throw peanuts for the blue jays at my Moms house. It is one thing the kids look forward to. My mom is a big bird lover.
Hannah to Grandma: I would like the tennis racket you hit the birds with.
Grandma to Hannah: You mean a badmitten racket?
Grandma to Me: Great, your kids think I lure birds into the yard and whack them with tennis rackets.
Anatomy of a Con:
Sam: Come and play badmitten with me please.
Uncle Mike: Not today, maybe next time.
Uncle Mike: Not today, I already played with you, I am tired.
Mom: Go outside.
Sam: Ok, Mom
5 minutes later
Hannah: Uncle Mike, come outside with me, there is something I want to show you.
Uncle Mike: Ok, lets go, what do you want to show me.
Upon reaching the outdoors...
Sam: Uncle Mike, lets play badmitten, you are outside already. Hannah, good job, you got him out here.
Uncle Mike, you've been played.
Who does Daddy love?
Hannah: Mommy, I know what girls Daddy loves.
Mommy: Really? Who?
Mommy: Anyone else?
Mommy: Is that all?
Hannah: No, there is the girl Kim that he also loves that we see at the religous school park.
Mommy: Is that so....
(Note: Kim is Flaffies cousin, so I am not real worried about it.)