Today I was making lunch and Zack said, "I do not want the head of the bread." "The what?" I said. "The head of the bread, you know, the end." "How do you know that," I asked? (And isn't it called the heel of the loaf? Or is there a head and a heel?) "Dad taught me that. Dad teaches me all kinds of things," was his reply.
"So, do I teach you anything?" I asked, very curious what he would say.
"Of course! You taught me my ABCs, you potty-trained me."
"So I teach you the life skills and dad teaches you the fun stuff?"
"What are life skittles?"
"The things you need to know to survive."
"Survive? You wouldn't live if you are not potty-trained?"
"Well, you wouldn't get very far." End of conversation.
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