The Skillet

I caught Puck this morning trying to cram a large piece of cookware into his backpack.

“ARGH! Why won’t this FIT?”

“Probably because a cast-iron skillet isn’t meant to fit inside a Land’s End backpack…”

“I need to bring this to school for protection. Do you think bullets could go through this?”

“No… but your teachers have all been trained for emergencies like that.”

“Nope, no… my teacher doesn’t really know what she’s doing.”

“How do you know that?”

“Mom. Have you seen her? She doesn’t really know much about self-defense.”

Later that morning, I caught Joe talking and laughing on the couch in the basement…

“Cat. Gato.” Chuckle, chuckle. Then he noticed me watching him. “Oh, sorry, Mom. I’m just talking to myself.”