I ask the usual question as the kids clamber into my truck.*
*Yes, I drive a truck. It’s big and black and bad@$$ and NO I’m not a redneck. I just like my truck. And also Hubby thinks it’s hot. So there’s that.
How was your day?
All the parenting books encourage me to “ask open-ended questions!” in order to elicit enthusiastic and long-winded answers from my children. Obliging my curiosity, they answer with enthusiasm and long-windedness:
“Come on guys,” I wheedle, “I know something happened today.” Then it hits me. Ahhh.
“Did your teacher have to speak to you about behavior?”
“It’s all Ellie’s fault,” he explodes. “Stupid Ellie made me have silent lunch!”
I try to catch his eye in the mirror. No dice. “So…how did Ellie make you have silent lunch?”
“I knocked a magnet off the desk,” he says, “and I tried to catch…
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