Some Days are Long

I take a deep breath, turn to daughter at the dinner table, and ask: "So, tell me some more about your day" in a perky voice. Son, 7 but going on... older, says with cheerful composure: "Well. You seem to be regaining some patience!" I respond: "good use of 'regain.'" And add, only in my head: "now go to bed."

In Which the Son Shines

Son: I have cat like reflexes, you know.
Cat [seeing opportunity for tomfoolery, walks up and takes ball from boy.]
Son: Heyyyyy!

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Son at dinner takes bite of asparagus and burns mouth.
Daughter: You do it this way.
Son: I know.
Daughter: Shall I demonstrate?
Son: Well sure, it isn't piping hot NOW.
Daughter: You blow on it, like this.
Son: I KNOW.
Daughter: And then you carefully take a bite...
Son: Mom! Make her stop!