Jack: (in the back seat) Mom, what’s “savor” mean?
me: It means to sit back and enjoy something, like food or the weather…
Jack: Can I savor a bad mood?
me: I guess.
Jack: Are we still going shopping?
me: Yep.
Jack: Well, then I’m savoring it!
me: You’ll live.
Jack: (hopping out of the car at the store) Can I use my sword to chop down everything that we need?
me: No.
Jack: Sigh.
me: I promise we’ll be quick.
Jack: (he runs over to the grass) Oh look, barbed wire! That will cheer me up!
Sh*t My 17-Year-Old Says 
I think I prefer elective fences for my happy thoughts.
LOL.
He is Such a trip.
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