My nine-year-old son is on a roll with taking things literally. If you were here a few days ago, you may have read about giving Mama the cold shoulder. He tossed an ice cube down my sweater and told me he was giving me a cold shoulder because I was engrossed in my work and not giving him enough attention.
The most recent escapade again involved ice. I was sitting at my computer, typing away, when I heard a very strange sound. It seemed like something was being dragged across our hard-wood floors.
A couple of seconds later, my boy appeared, sliding his feet along the ground.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He lifted his foot and revealed an ice cube underneath. "Ice skating."
I didn't even know what to say to that. I shook my head as he grinned and continued his laps around the house.
"Change your socks when you're done!" I hollered after him.