Me: Well, how many strikes to you have? (Three strikes and he loses the privilege of playing the iPad for the night.)
J: Well, just the one for being mean a little while ago.
Me: So you were good at school?
J: Well...she did have to tell me to stop talking today.
Me: Uh oh. That's two strikes.
J: (hand smack to his head) Then she had to tell me to stop talking that other time.
Me: Uh oh. Did you get your card turned over at school?
J: No.
Me: So how many strikes is that?
J: (counting on his fingers) 1, 2, 3. Oh. I guess I have to wait until tomorrow to play.
Me: I guess so, kiddo.
J: How do you always know about my strikes?
Me: Um...I just get lucky. ;)

1 comment:
Oh my gosh that is awesome! You'll be in trouble though, the day he figures out what he's telling you! Lol
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