The FYB cleaned the van inside and out in preparation for an upcoming road trip and camp out featuring myself, my two youngest, my two oldest and their four children 3 and under, and a friend and her three kids under 8 (one of them is also a toddler, so that makes five children under 3, and the oldest of those just turned three, er, tomorrow).
That’s neither here nor there, however. He wanted to complain about who was responsible for most of the clutter left in the van, but when he saw my eyebrows go up he stopped the grudging, grumbling tone, spoke in fake cheery accents and said, “I’m not complaining or making any accusations you understand. I just thought I’d mention the fact that nearly all the stuff I took out of the van belongs to my mother as an interesting conversational topic. Isn’t it interesting?”
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Sass is an inaccurate title; FYB was “only” making a comment/observation using the keen mental skills he’s been taught.
Okay, okay, I’m running away as fast as I can.