On the way to school this morning, my 8-year-old starts staring at his hand. No talking, no frowning – just staring. Finally, I ask, “What are you doing?”
“I’m having a staring contest with my hand,” he says matter-of-factly.
“You’re hand doesn’t have any eyes,” I say slowly.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t have a staring contest with it,” he replies.
“I love it when he has staring contests with his hand,” my 6-year-old says from the back seat.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I can do this!” Then she reaches from the back seat all the way up to where her brother is sitting shotgun and smacks the hand he’s staring at right into his face. His yelp is drowned out by his sister’s laughter. I manage to grab him by the collar to keep him from throttling her then decide, now’s a good time to pass them off to their teachers.
“Everyone out!” I yell. Summer starts next week. Gonna be a blast…