i've been told

we are all back to ten miles south of common sense. while at gran and grumpa's my son developed a stye in his eye. this morning it looked like it was less red. and swollen. that one was for you, mr. wilson. anyway, i asked will how his eye was doing today. good he says. i asked him if it was sore. he said with irritation in his voice no, momma. and then again. unprompted. a little louder. with a little more irritation in his voice said no, mother. i just don't know where he gets this stuff but i find it is difficult for me not to laugh. right. out. loud.