I, at times, have the energy to explain. At other times, I'm just not up for it.
Dylan was hanging out in the room after school, waiting to be picked up.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Well, it's Ms. Lesley's birthday today and I got her a gift" I replied.
"Did you get her clothes?" Dylan asked.
I imagined trying to stuff a sweater into the four inch tall gift bag that Ms. Lesley had just left with.
"Little, tiny clothes?" he asked.
"No, Dylan. I did not get her little tiny clothes. Just--no. We're going to leave it at that."