A Quick Laugh

Caedmon was rifling through Nana's generous pantry looking for a juice box. "Mom, where's the good juice?". He meant the juicy juice fruit punch, not the fruitables I got this last time.

No answer.  I was deep in conversation with my sister, who graduated from The Ohio State University this past weekend.  (Don't ask why they use the pretensious "The." It is actually the legal beginning  of their name.)

Back to Caed.  "Mom, where's the juice box?"

"I don't know Caed.  Check the fridge."

Then this is what I heard muttered under his breath:  "I feel like the only man around here."

Hmmmm.

Silence.  Stephanie and I stifle giggles for what seemed like an insanely long five minutes until Caed left and went to the bathroom. 

Where did my five year old get that?

The only Man.