Anyway, Clayton looks at his sister and says, "My baby's so cute!" and I said, "They're all pretty cute."
"Am I cute?" he asked, quite obviously expecting some head-petting.
"Not really," I replied, "You've kinda hit that point where its all downhill and you just get weirder and weirder until you turn into an awkward adolescent."
Whoa. Did I just really say that out loud to a 6 year old? I did.
Clayton, confident as always that he would get the answer he wanted, had completely stopped listening and was happily bumbling on into the house to turn the TV on, since I told them that they could watch a movie when we got back.
Every once in a while, I'm grateful that that kid doesn't listen to a word I say.