When your kids think you're stupid
This snippet is from dinner last night:
After talking about how the school was spray painted and the front pane of glass had been smashed in by a softball, I noted my surprise that a softball could actually break that thick, exterior, tempered glass in the entry to the building.
My oldest son: Mom, a soft ball...isn't really soft, ya know?
I admit, my blood boiled a little and I have a great snarky, sarcastic streak that comes out...sometimes when I least expect it. I have officially entered the my-kids-are-smarter-than-I phase of life.
Me: Yes! I know exactly what a softball is, thank you very much.