A Slap in the Face

I thought I knew how to talk to my children on all levels.  However, I was quick to find that the I'm-four-but-I'm-going-to-talk-to-you-like-an-adult level was not in my repertoire.

While driving the truck to the YMCA with Logan in the seat next to me, I was using the speaker phone to talk to Justin at home.  Justin became angry when I wouldn't let him onto the computer and told him that I wasn't going to do it even though tomorrow was the last day of school.  I hung up the phone.  It was a slightly heated conversation but nothing I couldn't handle.

"I think he's going to slap you in the face," Logan said, matter-of-factly.

What!?

"Logan, he's not gonna slap me," I said.

I was a little bit shocked.

"I'm just sayin' I think he's gonna slap your face."

"He's mad at me but he's not gonna slap my face," I said, defensively.

I can't believe I'm having this conversation with a four-year-old.

"Well," he conceded, "it's not like he's coming down the street to slap your face."

Yet.  I checked the rear-view mirror.

- 12 June 2013