Nuts, Part One

Here’s what I hear one day while I’m cleaning my immaculate house (haha!!):

Joel: “Michael, punch me in the nuts. Not too hard.”

Michael: “Okay.” PUNCH. “Joel, punch me in the nuts now. But not too hard.”

Joel: “Okay.” PUNCH.

I don’t hear screaming, so I go check things out … and they’ve each stuffed a towel or something down their pants to pad the blow and are taking turns punching each other. I tell them to KNOCK IT OFF because I want grandkids someday.