Just don't tell the Children's Aid
Overheard in the van while driving home from church this evening:
NICHOLAS: Daddy, when we get home, will you torture me?
DADDY: If you want, sure.
SIMON: Me too, Daddy, me too! Please?
DADDY: Oh, all right, you too.
As you've no doubt figured out by now, our family's sense of humor is a little bent.
BTW, as a follow-up to the last entry, it was just as I anticipated--Simon came home perfectly happy and chattering about all the things he'd done in school. So no harm done, and he doesn't seem to be distressed about going again tomorrow.
NICHOLAS: Daddy, when we get home, will you torture me?
DADDY: If you want, sure.
SIMON: Me too, Daddy, me too! Please?
DADDY: Oh, all right, you too.
As you've no doubt figured out by now, our family's sense of humor is a little bent.
BTW, as a follow-up to the last entry, it was just as I anticipated--Simon came home perfectly happy and chattering about all the things he'd done in school. So no harm done, and he doesn't seem to be distressed about going again tomorrow.