I think I'm up shit creek without a paddle! I am not only living with one smart ass but with his little clone.
I picked Zach up from school this afternoon and while I was out, went to the Improvement Dist to write the checks to pay their few little bills. When we pulled up to Mr. White's house, I opened the door and said to Zach, "Come on little turkey, let's go say hello to Mr. White". The child looked at me with a frown and said, "Nanaw, I am not a turkey. Do you see any dang wings on my back?"
Or it could be,,,,,,,Kat, are you sure you haven't been giving him instructions by telephone when I was napping?