As I sat on the couch and looked at the wall, I saw something stuck to it which prompted me to turn to Brandon and calmly say, “Brandon, please remove the spit ball from the wall.” The 13 year old jumped up and said, “Okay.” He knew what I was looking at. I knew it was him. It could only be him. My next response was, “I knew it was you. Especially when you didn’t ARGUE back and did what you were told right away.” He didn’t respond except with a sheepish grin.
Life with boys.