I turned into my mother today.
It started out simply enough.
My middle son said, "Mom, I want a game off Steam. I feel I earned it helping out with Miss Bear last weekend."
(I'm hip because I know what Steam is. It's itunes for video games.)
I said, "I agree you earned it. Tell me what you want and I shall present your request to Mr. Snark, Guardian of the Steam."
The boy popped a potato chip into his mouth. "No time to explain."
I sat there, expecting him to hurry off, but he ate another chip, masticating at his leisure.
"What do you mean you have no time to explain? You're standing there eating chips."
He rolled his eyes. "I want paper please."
"We have a ton of paper. We don't need to buy more. Go over there and open that drawer."
The child wandered off.
I relayed the entire bizarre conversation to Mr. Snark. "I don't understand a thing the boy says anymore."
"I kinda want paper please too," Mr. Snark said.
"We have a ton. Get it yourself."