Smart Alec, that is.
He gets it from his father.
The other night, Maxine, Justin and I were watching a movie (I use “watching” in terms of what I was doing very loosely since my laptop was on my lap). I was soon distracted by this unique noise from upstairs. It was the middle child, and she was stapling.
My children have entered the stage when things must be adhered to their bedroom walls. Right now images of dogs and horses outnumber boys. I’m not eager for that to change, but I’m off topic. (When am I ON topic?)
Anywho, I said, “Go tell your sister to stop stapling.” I said this to the room and without looking at or naming any particular child.
Maxine asked, “Who?”
Me: You.
Maxine left to go tell her sister to stop stapling.
Justin: That’s why I don’t do that.
Me: Do what?
Justin: I just stay quiet when adults do that — say do something. I know that whoever asks “who” has to do it.
Me: laughter
Justin: Are you going to blog this?
Me: (already typing)
Justin: OK, you have to tell the whole story. You have to start by saying, “We were watching Zenon the Zequel….”
Everyone wants to be an editor…
LOL
Hehe.
You have an hour to be here, or I’ll be sad. Cause then you’d miss the whole dang reading!!!!!!
Love ya!!!