Caleb and Eli seek me out, each carrying a little plastic hatchet. "We're looking for the turkey," says Caleb.
"No, the little turkey that goes in the play barn."
"Oh. I don't know where it is."
"Well, have you sawn it?"
"No, Caleb, have you seen it. You said 'sawn.'"
Caleb walks away, still looking for the little turkey, though from where I sit I can see two of them, each carrying a little plastic hatchet.
"Caleb, you said 'sawn.'"
"I know," he replies with an irritated tone. Don't know where he learned that.
"Caleb, be polite. Say: 'thank you, little brother, for correcting me.'"
"Thank you little brother for correcting me."
"Dad, I'm not little."
Posted by Woodlief on November 26, 2005 at 09:00 AM