Outmaneuvered

I arrived a little late, to join our regularly scheduled dinner already in progress.

My wife informed me that in an effort to get our son to behave and eat peacefully, she was experimenting with the silent treatment. Addressing me, she said, "We're not talking to him until he eats."

He looked at her and said, "You are too talking to me."

"No we're not!" she replied.


Enough rambling. Here's a picture of a shoe and concrete.