#5 had a basketball game on a Saturday when his Dad and I were both at work. I texted him at intermission to see how it went.
Me: How was basketball?
#5: I was fouled by a violent kid every play but it was never called and i never got the ball because of that then i couldnt play defence on him because he hurt me and grabed his way throughthen i was knocked down by him three times and the third time i hit my head and sat out for 8 minutes and we also lost by like twenty points so it really wasnt that fun until i got to cover someone else for 4 minutes at the end.
Usually when I ask this question– whether in person, on the phone, or via text– I get a “fine” in response.
Me: Man, that sucks, bud. Sorry. At least you know you don’t play like a jerk like that kid does. How is your head?
Me: You’re still handsome.
Me: Unless that kid beat you with an ugly stick.
Me: He didn’t, did he?
#5: No they wood count that as a foul on me because i came in contact with it.
For more adventures with #5 and his amazing powers of observation, here’s a link to my post on Family Circle’s Momster blog, Doing the Dirty Work. It may or may not also have something to do with my mad housekeeping skillz.