I got a talking-to the other day.
Connor was picking up the cards from his memory game when we heard a noise from the kitchen where my husband was making dinner. A barking spider, or at least that’s what it sounded like.
I was playing around on the computer at the time and mindlessly remarked, “Uh oh.” (An appropriate response when someone farts, I’d argue.)
Connor got very serious. He came over and told me we needed to have a talk as soon as he was finished picking up his cards. I knew I was in for it.
When he was done, he came right over.
“Mom,” he said as he sat down and gave a big sigh.
“Yes?” I answered, looking quite as serious as the occasion warranted.
“When Daddy farts, don’t say ‘uh oh.’ That’s not what you’re supposed to say.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“You’re supposed to say, ‘Say “excuse me.”‘ Because if you say ‘uh oh’ that’s not what you’re supposed to say.”
I glanced over and saw my husband eavesdropping. Right at that moment he turned away to hide his laughter. I remained composed, listening attentively to my son’s earnest correction.
“You’re right,” I said. “I’m so glad we had this talk.”
He gave me one last serious look and walked away.
What do you know? Apparently he does sometimes listen after all.
