“Ingrate!” I smarted and then, “Clever lad! He knows right where my soft spot is!”
As a mother, it is reassuring as well as annoying to realize that your children have learned to push your buttons. It shows that they have been paying attention. My obvious Achilles’ tendon would have to do with food. I pride myself on, if not making treats, buying them.
With this thought skittering around my brain, I turned the corner toward our house and noticed that the roll of Ritz crackers I had brought as a tutoring snack had disappeared: it had been carried off by a wily and hungry lad.