Me: "How's it going?"
Little guy: "Good."
Me: "Football practice fun?"
Little guy: "Yup."
My conversational needs satiated, I head to the kitchen to figure out something dinnerish. Dave walks in.
Dave: "Is that my boy over there?"
Me: "Yup." (OK, so I suppose I can't blame my little guy for having that same response, eh?)
Dave: "Hey, you need any ice water or anything?" to the dude on the couch.
Little guy: "Oh, yeah...MOM!"
Oh, no he didn't! Surely that lovely little guy of mine wasn't taking an offer from his dad and turning it into an "order" for mom...surely not.
Dave: "I got it!" ...saved by the dad....
"Ding!" Order in, time to "like" my blog on facebook.