The first sentence I taught Danny to write was:
"Nice boys stay home with their mamas."
At one point, I even had it neatly printed out, and hanging on the living room wall. For years, he's been hearing this teasing without really thinking about it-until today.
Danny: I figured out how I can move away from home someday.
Me: No, you can't. Nice boys stay home with their mothers, bad boys run off with floozies."
Danny: But I know how it can work.
Me: Do tell.
Danny: I can bring you with when I move, and you can still cook and do laundry and all the other chores I need you to do.
Danny: I hope I can find a yellow haired floozie, they're the best sort of floozies.
I'll be ironing my apron if anyone needs me.