This morning, I told my son not to fib.
He replied, “But, it’s okay to fib! It’s Fibruary.”

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My five year old son and nine year old daughter have started racing each other all the time. They race to the car, they race upstairs, they race getting dressed.

The other night they were eating dinner when my son said he wanted to race to see who could finish their food first. My smart daughter said, “No. We can’t race when we’re eating, because you might choke”.

My equally intelligent son replied, “Okay. If you finish eating first it’s not a race, but if I finish first, IT IS.”

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