Dinner last night, the boys and I were having a lovely time chatting. Okay, the truth is, Ben and Jake were going at it. I said, STOP. Jake kept up.
Jake! You are halfway across the bridge...
I pause. I'm not appreciating the sassy tone. He's giving me those puppy eyes.
It's a long grassy bridge, Jake. And you're carrying a torch, and you're about to drop it. Then the bridge will go up in smoke, poof, and you'll be falling into the deep chasm below.
He stares at me, I stare at him. He smiles.
But Mom... what bridge would be grassy?
Yup, still love him.