Back in my day, we called them “titty twisters.” Now kids call them “purple nurples,” which is a far more preferable term, IMHO. I’m thankful that this moronic and painful pastime goes on only between the boys in my house. Here they are, checking out tonight’s post-war injuries:
My reaction when they start in on each other always reminds me of the Seinfeld episode in which George and Jerry are explaining to Elaine the fine art of wedgie-giving:
Elaine: “Boys are sick.”
Jerry: “What do girls do?”
Elaine: “We just tease someone until they develop an eating disorder.”
Yep, I’m doing another blog challenge. This one is photo-riffic!