From the mouth of the babe - again

W got a call to go and work for the day with some people he knows, and this was the conversation L and I had as I buckled him into his carseat:

HIM "Is Daddy gone come wit us?"

ME "No, he's going to go to work"

Him "NO! He TAN'T go to work, he hafta play brisbee!" (Frisbee - meaning Frisbee golf, W's new past time since he has been laid off, when he is not looking for work, or looking to get out of the house and away from the wrath of his pregnant, crabby wife ;0) )

Yeah kid - you don't know how right you are that he would probably rather play frisbee, but too bad, his ass is going to WORK!