I remember my first wife’s parents trying to use their son as a threat against me, he was their great hope for control. He was large, but I wasn’t afraid of him. Mostly because he was and most likely still is a cuddly, huggable sweet heart.
But I have to admit that I laughed the day I came home from work and heard that he’d hurt himself getting ‘that box’ off the top shelf in our hall closet.
It was Pampers Diaper box, about 30x30x10” full of my school and college memorabilia. I’d thrown it up there, it was about 1 foot over my head.
It never occurred to me to ask why he’d been trying to get at it. But later on I came home to find out she’d thrown the whole thing down the garbage chute.
Running Down Vimy 