I’m standing at the kitchen island when Jon skips into the room, “Hey, mom, how big is a carrot?”
“It depends. There’s baby carrots…..and…..then there’s……graaaaand carrots. Yep, there's grand carrots.” Maybe I was getting confused with piano’s, but now is not the time to let him see my weaknesses, The Boy can smell fear a mile away and right now his piercing gaze is burning a hole in me.
“I think you just made that up.”
Yep, you caught me….again.