The boy was supposed to be cleaning his gerbil cage. It had been a while since I'd heard from him - long enough for me to clean up the breakfast dishes. So, I peeked my head out the back door to see his progress. Instead, I found a wet little boy, a damaged gerbil cage and a big fat attitude.
"MOM!" he yelled, "Didn't you hear me barking?!"
"No," I replied, "but if I had, what would that have meant?"
(Apparently that is the new universal signal for distress calling.)
I think I might have to read James Dobson's "Bringing Up Boys" again. But first, I need to laugh hysterically.
1 comment:
You should bark and see what happens.
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