“What are you supposed to be doing with your hands?” I admonished my son Avi. he had again been tormenting his brother Milo.
Now I know what I expected him to say, we have said it too times, an easy, almost rote, answer, “keep my hands to myself”, usually with a sigh, and or an eye roll..
But, not this time. Obviously, I hadn’t turned off the TV before I started my tirade, because he wasn’t concentrating on our conversation enough to repeat the rote statement, that sing songy answer, keep your hands to yourself…
Nope… he was thinking it, but the T.V., Odd Squad I think, had too powerful a hold..
I asked again, “What are you supposed to be doing with your hands?”
What came out of his mouth, under those glassy, T.V. Mesmerized eyes was…
Yeah… that happened…
What do you do? Can’t laugh, but stopping that laugh sure takes the fire out of the scolding….
And it’s not like I am going to explain how his misspoken answer, would open a whole new can of worms. He is 7, fer petes sake. Nope, just gonna move along…..