I can't rightly recall what my infraction was Sunday night - I think I wasn't coloring exactly the way the eight-year-old gentleman wanted. Anyhow, he looks up at me and says, "You're an idiot!"
Instead of sending him to his room or making him wear a hair shirt to bed, I replied, "Don't you mean, fucking idiot?"
Afterwards, he took me by the hand and led me to his room, insisting that we wrestle on his bed.
Can't wait to see what he's like when he starts dating.