Along comes a car ride with the boys.
As we were on a 45-minute drive home recently, the boys predictably became a bit rambunctious in the back seat together, thereby (equally predicatably) irritating the husband and me.
The husband firmly exhorted the boys to stop horsing around and settle down, to which the 10-almost-11-year-old replied whinily:
"I'm NOT horsing around, Mom."
The husband and I chuckled.
"Uh. He's commonly referred to as 'Dad,' " I corrected.
"I know but he's nagging me like Mom," retorted the 10-almost-11-maybe-won't-make-it-to-his-11th-birthday-in-a-couple-of-weeks-year-old.