Honk Honk

Steven has this habit that always reminds me of Mammy in Gone With the Wind, where if he has something a bit sassy to say he mutters it under his breath, just loud enough that we can hear him, but not loud enough to understand. Somehow this is supposed to get it out of his system without getting him in trouble.

My treatment for this is making him say it three times, very loud.

So yesterday I figured out how to dismantle Matt's old computer desk after all the men in the family had been stymied by it, and believe me I let this triumph be known to the household. Steven muttered something, and I told him to say it loud three times, which is why he hollered, "YOU'RE KIND OF TOOTING YOUR OWN HORN" three times.

I admit, I was. I'll toot it again and tell you that there's a nice post about me here. I met this gentleman at my reading at the Springfield Library last evening, and when he posted about the evening I told him I'd link him back.

Quote of the Day:
"I don't pretend; I just do."
--Paul, in response to Emily, who was dancing around with an old yellow purse pretending she was . . .something or other. . .and thought it would do her dad good to do more pretending