Chase- this year I’m going to set a trap for Santa. I don’t believe he’s magic. If he proves he is, I’ll let him go.
Me- what if he’s not magic? Then what will you do with him?
Chase- Oh don’t worry Mom- he’s magic.
I was helping Chase with a math problem and he said, “okay, I got it”.
Me- okay, I’m just helping a brother out.
Chase- (clearly annoyed with me) I’m not your brother. I’m your son.
Me- it’s just an expression, something people say.
Chase- well, it doesn’t make sense. People shouldn’t say it.
Me- Sawyer! Go to bed!
Sawyer- don’t talk to me that way!