I was talking on the phone with Little Harry this afternoon. He was telling me about how he was trying to catch a ride to the junior high school basketball game that his school was to be competing for some championship. I wanted to know where this game was to be contested and he informed me of the actual name of the school. As we all know, most junior high schools are not generally named for the city that they are located and this school was no different. I asked him which city that particular school was located and he told me. The rest of the conversation went like this:
Me: Yeah dude, I am not familiar with where all these elementary schools are located.
Little Harry: hmmph!
Me: What?
Little Harry: You said ‘elementary school’!
Me: Ooh! I’m sorry. I was wrong, I meant to say junior high.
Little Harry: **crickets**
Me: Hello? Are you there?
Little Harry: Yeah. I’m just trying to soak it all in.
Me: What are you talking about?
Little Harry: Well you admitted that you were wrong. You are NEVER wrong!
The School Girl’s response to this: “Well, did you expect anything less? He is your son.” Nice.
