Stockton is learning to read and it's been a bit rough for both of us. After a particularly frustrating practice session, he turned to me and growled, "My wife WILL NOT know how to read!"
"Why on earth would you say that?" I asked him.
"So she can't say," he replied, adopting a high-pitched nasally girly voice, "My husband doesn't know how to read!"
He then proceeded to stomp out of the room.
After picking myself up off the floor where I collapsed in a fit of laughter, I knelt down to say a little prayer of thanks for funny little people and to petition the reading gods for a some help in this matter.