I remember one time, I must have been 14 or 15, with my back against the cellar door, my mother (Aunt Pat) one or two words per thump saying "How (thump) many (thump) times (thump) did I (thump) tell you (thump) you're not (thump) allowed (thump) to hit!!!!" Well at that age, Mom can't hit you hard enough to hurt, and I started laughing at what she was saying and doing. I think she saw the humor in it because she started laughing too. I also think it's the last time my Mom actually tried hitting me.
One time though, one of the neighbors was over the house and they were in the kitchen talking, and I came in and sat down. About 10 minutes into the conversation, I got smacked and fell out of the chair. Our neighbor was flabberghasted at the fact that I was being on my best behavior. I got up and I had to ask, "What was that for?" She told me, "I told you last week that I'd get you". We all laughed. I guess that's where I get my sneaky side.