Sara Whitman

Dinner Conversation

Filed By Sara Whitman | April 21, 2012 10:00 AM | comments

Filed in: Living

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...

What 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.

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