Isaac is in a very know-it-all, argumentative stage. It SUCKS. But it can also be, at times, riotously funny. Although I think I now know why his current teacher has a bad reputation of yelling at the second graders all the time.
Anyhow, one of his birthday gifts in June was a subscription to the newspaper this summer so he could read the comics every day. He loved it, and I did too, even though our paper is awfully small. When I was reading it a couple of weeks ago, I came across the horrific story of a mother who burned the word "WIMP" into the back of her six-year old daughter's neck with the tip of her cigarette. I told Izzy, who's fond of telling me that I'm the meanest mother in the world, about that monster, adding, "Now THAT is what a really mean mother is like. I would never, in a million years, do something like so horrible."
Izzy looks at me for a second, then says, "Yeah, because you don't smoke."
Last night I was clipping his nails before he went to bed, and he's doing his normal thing of pulling back his hand every so often and gasping because he thinks I've cut them too short and he has to look for blood (which is never there, of course). After he did this three or four times, I said, "Oh, Izzy, I'm sorry, but daddy offered me five bucks to cut one of your nails too short tonight and make it bleed."
"No!" he says.
"But I need the money!" I tell him.
Without missing a beat, he says, "Okay, but only if I get two dollars."
I start laughing and he adds, "AND you have to pay the medical bills too!"
Awww. Isn't is SO FREAKING PRECIOUS when a little boy is just like his daddy?!