So, I've mentioned that my 18 year old now refers to Adorable Hubby and I by first name. He pretty much has life figured out and expects to be treated as an uber smart all grown-uppy type. This delightsome behavior is accompanied by little teaching moments in which number one expounds his vast accumulation of life's wisdom and know-how.
Take Sunday for example, we were having number 1's favorite meal,
Crunchy rice was enjoyed by all. Lovely.
To his credit Number 1 came up to me Monday and apologized for the rice failure, "Mom, sorry about the long grain rice I should have listened to you about more water." He can be so sweet when he's humble.
He continued, "I think I figured it out." He mused wisely, "I always cook short grain rice in the rice cooker, apparently long grain rice requires more water... because it's longer."
Here's where reading with the really bad accent applies. " Ohhh, you so smaat Numba one teenage son"