J is for Joker

J was helping me weed the hostas this morning and I should have known it would be a memorable moment. Wanting to liven up this task, J thought he would start a weed war. He had great aim and nailed me right in the face.

I gave him my best I-can't-believe-you-just-did-that glare. In return, he batted his eyelashes and gave me an impish little you-know-you-love-me-anyway look. (J can make the best faces. MustangMan often tells me that J gets that gene from me.)

Then, the following conversation ensued.

"Mom, throw me my weed." (Pause followed by a giggle.)

"What?"

"Um, that didn't sound right. I don't think that's something you should say to your mom."

I tossed J his weed anyway. Another giggle.

"You know, Mom, weed isn't good for anything, is it? Weed is bad for people and for plants."

"That's right. No weed for us. Remember that."

More giggles.

You have to take advantage of those teaching moments, you know.