My husband's inability to remember anyone's name (and this inability has not worsened with age), his sometimes unfortunate wardrobe choices (exactly HOW short are your shorts?), and his penchant for getting lost in the mall all point back to several childhood errors in judgement, the most famous of which he has lovingly named, "One more time, Dad! Snap! Bop!" This particular incident involved an inadequately-sized rope swing. It was one of many such follies. And it resulted, as one might imagine, in lifelong reperconcussions.

phone: why don’t you go to sleep tommy it’s 2 in the morning?
tommy:why don’t you die you dumbazz