Where Did That Come From?
I was sitting on the couch last night when I needed something from upstairs. My youngest son was up walking about in the kitchen so I decided to ask him to go up. We really hadn't been talking about anything, in fact, we had just gotten home from our weekly scout meeting. So I decided to prevail upon his good will.
"D-, how would you like to do me a really big, big favor?"
"OK, just as long as it doesn't have anything to do with your feet."
K-
Uh oh. Conversations in your house are starting to sound like the ones in ours. I'm not sure that's a good thing.