While playing a sweet, innocent game of chess with my son tonight, I answered a text message.
(Don’t judge me. It was a text about happy hour. You would’ve done the same thing.)
Anyway, obviously frustrated, Grady started complaining that I was not paying attention. That’s when he said this… and immediately got my attention.
Grady: Can we please just play the friggin’ game!
Hands over mouth.
Both of us. Our faces.
Stunned. Silent. Shocked.
Two deer in headlights.
Then my husband chimes in.
Jason: Good manners, buddy.
Me: What? Good manners?
Jason: Yeah, I heard him say please.
OMFG. (If you don’t know what the F stands for, ask my son.)