If it's in the Way

A couple of days ago Joel was helping me plant flowers in the front garden. He said many funny things. At one point, I was bent over in front of him, digging. Standing behind me, he said, rather disgruntled-like, "Move your big butt."

"Joel!" I scolded, turning to face him with a scowl. "That is NOT nice. It's a a very disrespectful thing to tell your mother."

He put out his hands, palms up, and explained. "Well, if something's in the way, you move it."

I had to turn back around to hide my grin. Deep down I knew I should have kept a straight face and given him a follow-up to the first reprimand, but I could barely hold in the snorts. You know exactly what I'm talking about.