In My Own Words

My own words just came back to haunt me.

"Logan, it's time for a bath," I said.

"And then bed?" he asked.

"Well, we'll probably do some reading," I said.

"I don't want to read.  I have other plans," he said, with a cheeky little smile.

"Maybe it's not a choice," I replied.

"Or maybe it is," he said, turning to walk away.  "See how that works?"

Good grief.

- 28 April 2015