The Sweet Husband

Whatever you do, just don't tell Daddy

I was trying to think of stories about my late brother Milton when we were young that I could pass along to his son, and I only remember a few, ROFL. How does one choose from such insanity? When I was 10 , Milton was 16, and I had ridden with him to pick up some kind of machine at one of his friends house. They drank a lot of beer while we were there, and on the way home he almost went to sleep so he made me drive home.
Just as we got back to the house he told me how he would put the hurt on me if I told daddy about him drinking beer. I believed him, so I didn't. But he didn't tell me that I couldn't say I drove home. Never occurred to a ten year old not to tell the whole world that she got to drive. I told everybody, every where, maybe even some total strangers. He got in so much trouble, LOL As soon as I told mama and daddy about driving, they went and smelled his breath.
I remember I kept saying, but you didn't tell me not to say I drove, I didn't tell anybody you drank beer.