So, I'm here, checking out some stuff in our church's email, and I suddenly hear my oldest son, fuming at his iPod, saying something like:
"Oh, come on! you were working fine this morning!" Shakes his fist at it.
Me: "Son, you're talking to an innanimate object!"
Son: "I talk to them all the time at school!"
Me: Bursts out laughing.
Well! This is the son who plans on becoming a lawyer, poor guy!
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