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In the six minute lull between eating nachos and jumping back in the van, my son helped himself to the Cuisinart DVD.

At a volume reserved for head-banging to Bon Jovi, he observed the assembly of our food processor for the 37th time.

We all did.

But it was time to go.

“Into the van,” I shouted.

My son circled the hallway in his socks.  He clung to the door jamb with one leg in the air.  “I can’t come,” he said.

He pointed at the wall in the direction of the TV. The woman demonstrating the slicer could still be heard.

“They said not to go anywhere,” he explained.  “They’ll be right back to show me more.”


2 Responses to “Jus’ Doin’ What He’s Told”

  1. The Man says:

    So that is how I get my son to say put.

  2. Hahahahahaha!!! How hilarious. Our of the mouths of babes. Did it work the same way when you asked him to brush his teeth this morning?

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