Zayd was on one of the smaller chairs. He was tilting it to the side, and balancing it on two legs -- something that bugs the heck out of me.
But... before I could open my mouth...
Zach: Zayd. Don't do that to the chair. You're going to wreck it.
What did Zach just say? What did my 14-year-old son who single-handedly ruined at least two of my living room chairs doing the exact same thing JUST SAY?
I whipped my head around to Zach, my mouth hanging open... and stared at him in complete disbelief.
We both paused looking at each other.
Me: Zaaachh? What did you say?
Zach looked at me for a moment, then it hit him.
Zach: Oh. My. God.
He put his hands up to cover his face and sank down into the couch.
Zayd: What?! WHAT?! What did he say?
Me: You tell me Zayd. What did Zach say to you just now?
Zayd: Uhm.... Uhm.....
Me: Can you remember?
Evan: He told Zayd not to wreck the chair. What's wrong with that?
Zach: Oh my God. I cannot believe I just said that.
Me: ZAAACCHHH!!!! (Huge grin) Look at my ZACHHH!!! Look at yewwwww!!!! You are only 14-years-old! Awwww.... I am so proud of you!!! You are becoming your mother!!!
Zach: Oh my God. Oh my God. What is happening to me?
Me: You are becoming me, that's what is happening.
You lucky, lucky, little devil you....