“Is there any F-R-O-S-T-I-E left in the freezer?” I asked Laura as dinner was winding down, unintentionally misspelling the name of the frozen dairy treat from Wendy’s.
I must have mumbled.
“Daddy?” Kyle asked. “What does T-I-T spell?”
It’s just a good thing I didn’t have food in my mouth.
Laura and I have been emphasizing the importance of good manners to Kyle lately, as he seems to have forgotten how to say “please” and “thank you” consistently. Thus, the following exchange:
KYLE: Daddy, can I play the Xbox?
ME: [trying to coax a “please”] Can you play the Xbox…what?
KYLE: The Xbox 360!