Today as I was driving the boys home from school, Micah, in a moment of introspection, asked, "Mommy, do you know what's weird about me?"
I had an answer on the tip of my tongue, but in an unusual moment of self-control, I simply asked, "What?"
Micah: "Well, sometimes I say I don't like to eat something but I really do. Like graham crackers. I say I don't like them, but I really do a little bit."
Me: "Why do you say you don't like something if you really do?"
Micah: "I don't know. That's the weird part."
Me: "That's not weird. There has to be a reason why you say you that."
Micah: "I wish I'd never gotten into this.
I know the feeling, buddy. I really do.