I thought this phrase was pretty amusing.
Saturday i stayed with my Godson from early morning until about dinner time. He is a handfull to say the least, but i love the kid. He's probably as close as i will ever get to having kids. Saturday was not a good day. Saturday was a meltdown on top of a meltdown on top of a meltdown kind of day for him - for about two and a half hours. It wasn't the fun day either one of us had thought we were going to have.
I heard Godson's soon-to-be Stepdad on the phone with Godson's mom saying:
Whatever maternal instinct hobgoblinish might have had, Godson crumpled up into a little ball, ripped to shreds, doused in gasoline, set on fire, encased in concrete and dropped into the ocean.
I dunno why, but that whole statement gives me a good giggle. I think i like soon-to-be Stepdad.