"Mom, can I have a zip?"
"Sure, are you having trouble with your pants?" Bending down.
"NO! I want a ZIP!" Shooing my hand away.
"Where?" Looking him over.
"There!" Pointing to table.
??? Scrunchy confused face.
"There! I want a zip! A zip, a zip, a ZIP!"
He walked over, grabbed my Coke Zero, and opened it. As I began to say no, it hit me over the head. He wants a "sip" of my pop!
Duh. Mom has processing issues.
