Today on the way to a birthday party, little kid kept tormenting Big Kid in Target. (We are last minute present buyers).
I told him to knock it off and that he had to behave if he wanted to go to the party. Then he started stomping around with his hands on his hips.
"What's your problem?" I asked.
"I'm s'posed to be havin' a fun day, my brudder's bein' mean, I've got you all pissed off at me, I--"
"WHAT did you just say??"
"Nothing! I didn't say nothing!"
"I KNOW what you said! Shame on you!"
"Was it a bad word?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"You know it was!"
"I don't know! I'm just a 5 year older! I don't know which words are bad!"
He's so full of it.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt though, since we drove 45 minutes to get there and we were going to get to see Brave.