A bit of our life
Here’s the dialogue:
Son comes running in from backyard and into the bathroom.
Anne: Caleb what are you doing?
Caleb: I’m not allowed to tell you.
Anne: There’s nothing you’re allowed not to tell me.
Caleb: Walks out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth… “okay.”
Me: What did you eat?
Caleb: Dog food.
Caleb: Abby told me too.
Me: How was it?
Me: You gonna do that again?
Me: Go play and if I wouldn’t tell you to eat it then don’t listen to your sister.
Off he runs.