Friday night was the first football game of the season. It got a little cooler than I expected. Well, ok, not really. I told Isaac to take a sweatshirt but then forgot my own. I curled up against him when I started getting chilled. He took off his sweatshirt and draped it around my shoulders. I said, 'Oh sweetie, thank you for being such a kind gentleman.' He intoned, 'I'm not being a gentleman. I just want you to get off me.'
Later that night when we got home he headed out into the dark. I asked where he was going. He said he had to pee. I told him we have indoor plumbing for that. His repsonse? 'Mom, I am a boy. The world is my toilet.'
Each of these statements was punctuated by the sideways glance with the slightest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth that I have come to expect. He's such a goofball.