I’ve Got a Bone to Pick With You

The first time I remember hearing that phrase was sometime before I was six. I must have been out playing somewhere wet and soaked my shoes but just took them off and didn’t think anymore about them. In the morning when it was time to get ready for school I found my shoes and complained to Mum that they were wet, she decided to put them into the oven to dry them out. I went off and finished dressing then went  to school in sandshoes or maybe even Gumboots. When I arrived home from school Mum met me with an extremely unhappy look on her face and I heard the awful words, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you” then I was shown the shrunken shoes. Hearing those words still fills me with apprehension.

 

You didn’t know that about Nana did you?

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