Well I had to do it. It's not beta'd and I can't spell so be warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I love Jonathan. No harm intended.

Title: The Talk

"I swear sometimes I don't think that boy has the sense of a turnip." The slamming of the back door rattled the cups and plates in the kitchen cabinets.

"Well, what exactly has our son gotten into this time?" her words were greeted with a grunt and a look as her husband accepted the cup of coffee she offered.

" 'Your' son got picked up for.."

" 'My' son, why is he always my son when he's in trouble... wait, where exactly is my son...you didn't leave him at the police station did you?"

" Your son is out in the barn getting a head start on the chores, I told him there was no since racing thru them, he's not stepping foot off this farm for the next two weeks."

A quick glance out the kitchen window revealed lights on in the barn. "So what was he picked up for?"

"Vandilism, it seems he forgot his own strength when he pitched that last rock at you know who's bedroom window. The sound of breaking glass woke Ms. Potter, she called the police. I swear I don't know if I should be thankful that there were no charges filled or not. Maybe a few hours in a cell would knock some sense into that kids head."

"I seem to remember another young man that threw his share of pebbles at a bedroom window."

"I never broke the window." bending he placed a kiss on his wife's lips, a small smile playing on his own as his anger quickly faded.

It was almost noon before he entered the barn. The place was cleaner than it had been in years. He watched his son work for awhile before alerting the young man to his presence.

"Son, I think it's time you and I had a little talk."

"Dad, listen, I'm really sorry about sneaking out last night. I promise it won't ever happen again, and I'll pay for the window, but please can we skip 'that' talk I don't think I've recovered from the last time."

"Jonathan, your sixteen years old. Your momma and I taught you right from wrong so I don't think we need to have 'that' talk again. But there are a few things you need to remember. Number one, never make promises you can't keep, and number two, never aim for the window son, go for the shutters."

The End

(Well that's it. I hope at least one person was shocked that it's not Martha and Jonathan in the kitchen )