I leave for one week, and my son turns into a twelve-year-old.

Henry: My shoe feels funny.

Me: Do you want to take it off?

Henry (sighing): I'll live.

*

Henry (sniffling): I'm not going to camp anymore. I'm staying in bed until I'm ten.

Me: Let's discuss that tomorrow, shall we?

Henry: Tomorrow I'm going to remember this crying fit. And I’m going to remind you that we agreed I could stay in bed.

Me: Good night.

Henry: Until I'm TEN.

*

Henry's friend Sofia: (nonsensical babbling about something or other)

Henry: What?

Sofia: I know, right?

Henry: I didn't say "WHA??!!!", I said "what."

Comments

[magpie]

i loved meeting you last week.

[Cecily]

It was lovely having the honor of handing you a napkin at the Friday night party. Heh.

And it was great chatting with you! What an inspirational weekend.

[Ree]

He's hilarious.

[Keetha]

"Until I'm TEN."

Love that.

[kat]

that isn't 12, it's 10. welcome to my world.

[MamaCass]

Hysterical. The funny thing is, when you hear your kid say something like that...you know who he learned it from!

[Natasha]

That is wonderful and hilarious. Aren't you lucky? I also have Gifted kids but neither are so dry and sarcastic. Will have to work on that. My coaching is lagging. My favourite was him calling you "unpersonable".