A little red-headed boy came into my the kitchen today after a morning of being a stinker and asked for help from his big brothers. I mentioned to him that he probably wasn't going to get any help, because he had "burned his bridges" with them.
He burst out into uncontrollable LOUD laughter, at which time I asked him why in the world he thought it was funny.
He said, "I did NOT burn my britches!" "Why did you say I burned my britches?"
Oh my, yet another fun day with boys.
