Younger had to register for school yesterday. And he can no longer pretend July will last for eternity.
“I hate that place,” he groused, slouched in his seat. “I think it’s the people. They’re evil.”
“Hey, Big Guy Too is one of those people. Big Guy Too isn’t evil, is he?”
“Ah, yes, he is,” Younger insisted. “He’s the evilest.”
I sighed. “Most evil, Younger,” I corrected. “If you’re going to hate on school, at least do so while being grammatically correct.”
“I think that defeats the purpose,” he objected.
I had to admit he was making some kind of sense.
And now I’m scared.