Mom, That’s Not What That’s Called

We were all playing kickball out on the,yard. It was a cool night, and the breeze was picking up the leaves on the trees, causing them to make that swaying sound.

I looked at my son, and said, “this is good sleeping weather…”

He looked at me dumbfounded, so I added, “you know, when it’s kind of chilly, and you crawl under your big comforter, and just listen to the wind unfilled you fall asleep?”

He looked into my eyes for a minute, and then said, “No mom, that’s called being OLD.”

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