Mr. A. was in trouble.  A lot of trouble.  I took off after him like a bat out of hell!  He went running into the dining room to the other side of the table.  There is started yelling:

“Don’t hurt me momma, don’t hurt me!!”

*rolling my eyes*

Yeah, if you would get over here from the other side of the table you would know what it means to be hurt!  I couldn’t catch him.  The table is too big.