Ten year old boys are a little on the funny side. While exploring the condo where we are staying, he stood in front of a mirrored closet door. His eyes moved from one reflection of himself to the other. Finally, he concluded this stare down with, "I don't think I trust either one of you."
This is the same boy who, when he figured out Mr. Taylor and I were speaking in code (talking about one of the children), he stared at us both in disbelief then exclaimed, "You're talking about my secret adoption, aren't you!"
I don't think he realizes how funny he is. A couple of years ago we were wrestling and I let him pin me. He then informed me he would never get married and have children. He would grow up and get a dog and a cat and name them Bob and Fred.
"Who will cook for you? And go to the store? Who will make your lunches?" I asked.
"Bob and Fred," he replied matter-of-factly.
That made me laugh and, since he was sitting on my stomach at the time, he ended up laughing, too.
Then he lost control of his bladder.
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