Did you know the word “gullible” is not in the dictionary?
My kids love to pick on each other. I mean, they SAY they love each other, but they agitate until they are exasperated.
Once, not so awfully long ago, Kevin convinced Kacey he was left-handed. (Kacey was 23, Kevin, 16) She was so befuddled by his insistence, she marched into the den with her hands on her hips and proclaimed, “He is NOT left-handed………… IS HE?????” Of course, he is not, and she KNEW that, he is just such a stinking convincing liar that she began to doubt herself.
A few nights later, before Kevin and I took a road trip to Texas, he and Kacey were talking on the phone. He was moaning about all the school work he was going to have to do on our car trip. She told him to “suck it up” and “do the work like a man” when he said something like, “Well that’s easy for you to say…you don’t have to dissect a frog in the car!”
“Neither do you, goofball.”
“YES I DO!”
“Kevin, you cannot possibly dissect a frog in the car. Why don’t you just do it when you come back on Monday?”
“Because I have to make a diagram, label all the parts, and have it turned in by Friday night!”
“Kevin, you are such a liar!”
“Kacey, I’m serious. I’ve got to dissect this stupid frog in the car on the way to Texas!”
“Um, yeah. And by the way, I’m left-handed.”
Kacey gave him a verbal long-distance lashing for making her feel gullible yet again, while he and I fought back tears of laughter.
Is it okay that I’m strangely proud of my kid for being a great