“Why don’t I?” I responded, “Because that's way off-topic.”
He said, “Yeah. Like you've never been off-topic before.”
With no comeback in sight, that pretty much settled it.
Aside from being off topic I also (secretly) worried that anyone reading this would think I was being very irresponsible in my parenting. I felt like I was saying, “Give them power tools. They’ll entertain themselves all the way to the hospital.”
Stephen, somehow sensing my need to fool everyone into thinking I am Little Miss Perfect, rose to the occasion. With joyous cries of, “Look at me! You’ve got to take a picture of this!” He promptly jumped off the top of the ladder in dare-devil fashion. Not once, but Five Times. Fool that I am, I took those pictures. Thank you, son. Now would…