Last night I was hanging out on the couch watching a show while Jen snoozed on the other end. Brady wanders by, grabs my toes and says,
“Dad, I really like your egg sandwiches.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
“And my teacher didn’t ask me to say that, either,” Brady said.
“Are you saying that she didn’t approach you and say ‘Go tell your father thank you for making a good egg sandwich.’ I don’t see see why she wouldn’t have.” (he’s pretty good with sarcasm)
“Well I thought maybe you would think she told us to say something nice, but she didn’t. I just really like how you do it so the cheese is melty and the egg is kind of salty,” he explained.
“I am glad you like it, thank you,” I said.
“Sure,” he finished. Then, “tickle, tickle” as he grabbed my foot again and trotted out of the room.
Totally priceless and great, but at the same time, it leaves me scratching my head. What the hell was that all about?