Only One Thing At A Time

Yesterday afternoon, Nathan was outside playing with some friends. Nathan was busy holding a giant piece of plastic garbage bag as a makeshift kite in the blustery wind. I overheard him talking to one of the girls, who had asked him if he wanted to play “I Spy.” His response: “No, I don’t want to play I Spy. I only do one thing at a time!”

Is that classic boy or what? Or pretty much most men for that matter? I had to laugh when I heard that one.