Shef’s latest thing is to be very opinionated, especially when we're in the car:
Me: I’m just really annoyed at these slow drivers.
Shef: Don’t say “slow drivers,” Mama.
Shef: I see a rainbow.
Me: Where?
Shef: Right THERE. [pointing at the windshield]
Me: What does it look like, Shef?
Shef: I don’t want to tell you about it.
Me: How was your day at school?
Shef: I don’t want to talk about it.
He's probably good practice for dealing with all those fifteen-year-olds who'll be walking in to my classroom next week.
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