The conversation this morning:
Me: Kids, it's time for chores. Get dressed and get started.
Son: You don't have any chores. (emphasis on the you)
Me: Oh? as I look at the lack of fire burning inthe wood stove. And I offered to show him my to-do list.
I gave him this little poem.
I made it up on the fly. Pretty amazing huh?
Keep you all warm, keep you all fed, keep you all clean, and send you to bed.
Yeah, that English degree is paying off I tell ya.