Working from home can sometimes be challenging. Today, while my lovely and talented wife took our daughter to school, the boy kept coming in every 30 seconds to ask me questions. After about the tenth time:

Son: Dad, how...
I interrupt him.
Me: Son, go play. You've got to stop coming in here to interrupt me when I'm working.
Son: But, I just want to ask a question.
Me: Ok, one last question. Then you have to go play. Daddy is working.
Son: Ok, Dad.
Me: What's your question?
Son: How old was my sister when she was born?

Another zinger from the random thought machine that is my son.

Comments

1. Cisco on 2005-09-26 15:24:55 wrote: Testing coments, I have also tried to leave comments on your page and I get bumped out… Anyways I do enjoy yur stories. I have a 7 year old and they all seem to go through the same trials and tribulations.