My 10 year old daughter was recently giving her little brother a hard time when I said, “You had better leave him alone. When he’s a teenager, he’ll be big enough to beat you up.”
She replied, “Nuh-uh! I’ll be shooting up then!”
I think she was trying to tell me she’ll be growing taller. I think.
I was in the kitchen the other day when my seven year old son yelled to me from the living room, “Hey, Mom! Can I watch Cars?”
I replied, “No, you watched it on Sunday and again on Monday. Why don’t you read a book instead?”
And, apparently he didn’t like my response because then he yelled, “Ugh! Don’t answer my questions ever again!”
My son came home from school today and as we reviewed some first grade papers I said, “Tell me about your day, buddy. What did everyone bring for show and tell?”
He replied, “Well, some people brought stuffed dogs, and a kid brought Lightning McQueen and one girl brought a doll.”
“Wow. That sounds like some cool stuff. What else did people share?”
He jumped with excitement, “Oh! One kid brought a great, big yogurt!”
“A big yogurt?”
“Yeah! Its name was Shrek.”
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