I was driving my wife to work today (she works in retail and I’m not going to make her try to find a parking place at the mall at 10:30 a.m. the day after Xmas). Our kids (15 year-old boy, 7-year-old girl) are in the back seat. They are, as is their wont, annoying each other. Just last night we’d had a little chat about how they should treat each other well and take care of each other. I’d told them a little anecdote about something semi-horrible my stepsister did to me when I was maybe thirteen and how it colored our relationship forever. But I digress…
Anyway, they were sniping at each other and generally making us wish we were in a taxi with the soundproof glass between the front and back seats. Mrs. Chef whirled on them and told them to knock it off. I added, “Yeah, you two, be nice to each other. Remember Cain and Abel.”
My little heathens did that head-tilt that dogs do when there’s a high-pitched sound, and my son said, “Cain and Abel? What’s that mean?”
Without a second’s pause, Mrs. Chef retorted, "It means I’m ABLE to CANE you if I feel like it!"
If I hadn’t had both hands on the steering wheel I would have had to applaud that.