For Future Reference

This morning, I’m getting the dishwasher ready to run. I hear footsteps thudding toward the kitchen, and Ian’s unceasing, interminable, stream-of-consciousness line of questioning comes to a sudden halt, mid-why. I turn around, and his mouth is open wide; he’s cradling his hand against his stomach. But he’s not crying.

‘Are you okay, buddy?’

He nods. ‘I bonked my hand on this sharp thing.’ He points to the latch on the kitchen door. He pauses, lets his hand drop to his side, and glares at me, accusingly. ‘See! That’s why I don’t want anything sharp!’

He thrusts a finger toward the offending door. ‘That’s why you can’t put doors here! I don’t want any more doors!’

2 Responses

  1. HollyHobbie
    HollyHobbie at | | Reply

    LOL ! Kids say the funniest things

  2. Jerry Grasso
    Jerry Grasso at | | Reply

    Sounds to me like he may just need a cup of coffee first thing in the morn…..

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