The Quiver

A conversation I just had with my son, The Talker, as he returned to find my fiddling with a couple of building blocks he wasn’t yet using to build his house:

Him, agitatedly: “Hey, hey, hey! Don’t play with those!”

Me, teasing: “Hey, hey, hey: ‘you’re not the boss of me.’”

Him, matter-of-factly: “Yeah, I know; Mom is.”

Me: laughing out loud

Wife, also matter-of-fact: “That’s right.”

Doomed am I.

You know the old saying, “Kids will say the darnedest things” right? Case in point:

My wife returned with a stack of homework, drawings, worksheets, etc. from parent-teacher conference at the elementary school. One of my boys described himself as

“… a gentle fire of speedy secrets.”

No joke.  In his own handwriting.

Now I’m left wondering …