As we were driving home from Kroger the other night, Andy, all of 4 years old, proclaimed in the back seat of the minivan that he was the boy who knew everything! Yes, everything! I really didn’t think that would start until he got into his teens, but I’ve always thought he was a tad bit ahead of the curve when it came to intellectual matters.
I couldn’t let it rest. I just had to test his great knowledge.
“Andy, since you know everything, what size shoe do I wear?”
Without much pause, “Your shoes are bigger than your footprint!”
I laughed the rest of the way home.
The Boy Who Knows His Name
As I was trying to get Joey in bed the other night, he started to get up one more time. In my “authoritative” voice, I said, “You lay down young man!”
He responded: “I’m not a young man, I’m Joey.”
Authoritative voices were replaced with voices trying to remain in control.