Musings —04.14.2012 12:08 PM—
[Son Two has just been picked up by Dad from a sleepover at a pal’s. He’s asked how it went.]
Son, wearily: Dad, it was a party.
Me: You actually look like you did some partying, to tell you the truth.
Son, bemused: Dad, I am the party.
Me, marveling: Wow. Are you a Kinsella male or what?