We were out getting a Christmas tree this afternoon and had to wait in line to pay for it and have it wrapped. My son, Brian, was not too happy about waiting, so I said, jokingly, "If you don’t want to wait, you’re more than welcome to walk home." He promptly started walking off and Becky had to go intercept him and tell him that I wasn’t serious. He didn’t know how to get home, mind you, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

He’s going to be the death of me. Ugh. It’s too bad I love him so much. ;-)