October 10, 2009
Braden has been on a kick here lately wherein he tries to push my buttons by "acting" like a sexist pig. If I didn't know what a good-hearted kid he really is, it would probably be enough to make me run him over with my car.
A typical conversation with him goes a little something like this:
ME: Braden, I need you to...
BRADEN: Don't talk to me, WOMAN.
ME: Braden! Hush up and...
BRADEN: Are you still talking?!
Or he'll ask me if I want to hear a funny joke.
BRADEN: Why'd the woman cross the road?
ME: Why? (Even though I should know better than to encourage him)
BRADEN: What's she doing out of the kitchen?!
He has at least a dozen of those.
Anyway, earlier today, we were going through the typical routine, and I told him that I was going to thump on him if he didn't knock it off.
He responded that I couldn't do it, even with his broken leg.
So I pulled out the big guns, invoking my mother's name:
ME: Would you say that to Grandma Kathy?
BRADEN (in a totally serious manner): Mom, I'm a smart-aleck; not stupid!!
At least he's learned where to draw the line :)