Shouts from his room
Jack was in his room reading. I was downstairs. Every now and then the door would open and he would yell out a question. I had no idea what the questions had to do with one another, but he was reading the 2nd Diary of a Wimpy Kid book. Probably a bit too old for him?
Jack: (yelling over the railing) MOM! When you’re old do you forget how old you really are?
me: Not really! Sometimes…WHY?!
A few minutes later the door opens again…
Jack: MOMMMM! When you’re older can you quit school if you want????!!!
Door opens again, little footsteps running…
Jack: HEY MOM!!! Will Dad ever throw anything at me if he’s MAD???!!
me: Let’s hope not!! Hey what are all the questions for?!!!
This goes on for awhile. Finally I call him downstairs for dinner.
me: Jack, what the heck were all those questions?
Jack: I’m trying to figure out old people.
me: You mean like me and Daddy?
Jack: Yeah. They do weird things in this book and I wanted to see if it was real.
me: Try not yelling down so much okay? You can come down and ask me anything. I’ll always give you the best answer that I can.
Jack: Yeah, if you can REMEMBER the best answer. Hahahahahahaaaaa!