Sammy had a dental appointment this afternoon. Luke came with me, happy to be there so long as it wasn't his appointment. (Shhhhh! His is at 10 a.m. Monday.) He's ready to go, but we're not done yet, so. As I'm making the next appointment, he comes up to me and says, "I want some Skittles. Did you eat all the Skittles?" I say, "Don't talk about Skittles here, Luke. Save it for the pediatrician's office."
He goes to the front door, pushes it open to leave -- with or without me, preferably without me is my guess -- and he says, so very loudly, "You are the stupidest mom ever!" Sam joins me so we follow him out the door, with me saying to those in the waiting room, "Hear that? You other moms are out of the competition!"
[I am eating his precious Skittles because I am the stupidest mom ever, having given up chocolate for Lent and not having had the time to go to the greatest candy store in Marin to stock up on "juicies" .]