Kidisms

"Mom, wanna play Murphy?" He ever so proudly asks me.

"What's Murphy?" I ask.

"It's when I take your fingers and pull them back (he grabs my hand at this point and starts to demonstrate) and when it hurts, you say Murphy!"

I giggle.

"It's called Mercy, and no, I don't want to play." I take my hand out of his little hand.

"Come on Mom, it's fun!" He said.

"No it's not." I reply.

"What are they teaching you at that camp I send you too?" I ask, still giggling.

Two days ago it was an Indian burn.