Mark is only five, but he demonstrated this morning his capacity for maturity levels at least equal to mine.
The whole family was discussing what to do on such a beautiful day. Mrs. Aristos suggested mini-golf, which I shot down--arguing that Robbie would be an irrepressible nuisance to us and to other mini-golfers.
Natalie insisted that Robbie would be good, and I replied that she merely wanted Robbie to be good so that we would go mini-golfing. In fact, I continued, he will run all over the place, climbing on things, and grabbing other people's golf balls.
But I didn't use the phrase "and grabbing other people's golf balls." I simply said, "and grabbing other people's balls."
Mark caught it even before I did, and he laughed so hard that milk nearly shot out of his nose. As soon as I noticed it, I realized what I'd said, and then I began to laugh.
Ever since then, Mark has been full of great one-liners such as "Golfing hurts because you keep hitting your balls."