Andrea took the kids to the city today. They went to the California Academy of Sciences
, had lunch at Buca di Beppo
, walked around the waterfront, and generally had a fun time. But at one point things turned ugly when Jonah refused to listen to Andrea and started running away from her, and Andrea had to read him the riot act. It escalated from there and, in the ensuing argument, Jonah angrily hurled this statement:
“I’m eleventy feet mad at you!”
A little later in the same argument Jonah had composed himself enough to construct some plausible deniability:
“Mommy, you have to calm down. You disturbed my thinking when I was running down the hill.”
Four and a half years old, ladies and gentlemen, and already mastering the rhetorical technique of deflecting blame onto the accuser! That’s-a my boy.