I got a box in the mail today. I wasn’t in a big hurry to open it. It has some Easter clothes for the boys in it. Easter isn’t for, oh, say, 40 days.
Rusty was not happy about that. He wanted the box opened. Now.
I kept putting him off, telling him we’d do it later, or just flat out saying, “No!”
When Kevin came home, Rusty tried a different tactic. He carried the box to the kitchen where Kevin was getting a drink and nicely said,
“Fork!”
Kevin asked him why he wanted a fork. Rusty was quite a bit more impatient with his answer,
“Box!” (He didn’t say it, but he might as well have added, Duh!)
And, no, we don’t have a habit of opening things with forks around here!