Tonight I decided to go look at carpet for our living room. Zach eagerly announces he'll go with me. I am standing at the kitchen counter flipping through the phone book. Zach and I carry on the following conversation looking straight ahead - and not each other.
Me: Why do you want to go carpet shopping?
Zach: Because. I just want to go.
Me: You won't have fun.
Zach: Yes I will. Just let me come with you.
Me: I am not taking you anywhere.
Zach: You are beautiful. You know that?
Zach: I'm just saying! I'm just throwing that out on the table.
Me: Zach. I am not taking you anywhere.
I feel a hand stroking my back.
Me: ZACH! I'm serious. I am going carpet shopping and nothing else.
Zach: I love you mom.
Zach: I mean that. I don't tell you that enough.
Zach: I'm just saying!
Me: Where do you want to go.
Zach: Just to Cashwise. You don't even have to go in with me. I just don't want to ride my bike there.
His hand goes to my back again.
Me: Knock it off!
Zach: I love you.
Me: Fine. I'll take you to Cashwise.
I'm such a pushover for a smooth talker.