Forety-niner

Eddie, Vinci and I were out in our yard with a ball, when we decided to hit it around with a stick. I explained the rudiments of golf and the kids gave it a try. There was a bucket of real golf balls in the yard for some reason, and a depression served as the hole. I said, "When you're about to whack the ball and want people to get out of the way, you say 'Fore!'"

Later, Vincent walked up to Eddie, holding a bouncy ball cocked over his head menacingly, and said "Watch out! Watch out, Eggy!"
"No!" Eddie replied. "Say 'nine'!"