This is a story told to me by the Preacher. My sister’s ex-boyfriend had a grandson. Yes, my younger sister had a boyfriend who was forty years her senior and he had a grandson. That story is best saved for another post though, or maybe the Jerry Springer show.
At the time that this happened the boy was about five years old, still too young to be able to read. He went to his parents one day and asked if he could sell his four-wheeler. His father just sort of laughed it off knowing that the boy would probably forget all about the idea eventually and said “Sure, if you want to son.”
The next day the father comes home and comes in and asks his wife, “Why is the four-wheeler out by the road with a “No Smoking” sign on it?”