Blog on the Run: Reloaded

Sunday, February 14, 2010 3:25 pm

Not exactly made out for a life of crime, although he does seem to intuit some Fifth Amendment basics

Hooper (crawling into my lap, sniffling): I hurt my hand!

Me: I’m sorry, buddy. Let me see it. (No obvious injury found.) What’d you do to it?

Hooper: I kind of banged it.

Me: What were you doing?

Hooper: Don’t ask.

Me: Were you doing something you weren’t supposed to?

Hooper: Daddy, I said, Don’t! Ask!

Me: Um, OK.


  1. You’ll have to teach him what you told me was your method of enduring parental chewing-out sessions: “I learned very early that I could endure yours and Dad’s chewing out if I just stared into the pupils of your eyes and concentrated on not blinking.”

    And all that time I thought you were listening to our profound moral teachings, which I believed made you into the wonderful human being you’ve turned out to be. Sigh.

    Comment by Mom — Tuesday, February 16, 2010 8:37 am @ 8:37 am

  2. Nah, I just had the psychological equivalent of an iPod going in my head. Sorry.

    Comment by Lex — Tuesday, February 16, 2010 9:07 am @ 9:07 am

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