We were finishing dinner. Quinn had just finished telling us how a kid in his class got in trouble for smarting off to their teacher. He picked up his plate and started toward the kitchen.
"And earlier today," my wife called after him, "we had a little talk about being sassy. Didn't we, Quinn?"
"Yeah, yeah."
We immediately called him on his this. I'm glad he was in the kitchen, so he didn't see me trying to contain my laughter.
In other news, Quinn's announced that he'd like to take guitar lessons. I'm all for it, as long as his future groupies tend toward the Gwyneth Paltrow and not the Tawny Kitaen.
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