I may have mentioned that mornings are not Younger’s best part of the day.
However, the other day, as we drove along the highway snaking inevitably towards the school, he, uncharacteristically, attempted a conversation. “I drunk — ” he started then paused, glancing at me. “I drank . . . I drunk . . . drank?”
I grinned at him. “At least you didn’t say ‘have drunken.’ ”
“One time!” he objected, offended. “Just the one time.”
Yeah, but once is all it takes in this family.
Besides . . .
Why would I let that go?