I do not have quick wit. I have been known to remind Scott of something he said days after he said it, and forgot about it, just so I can tell him what I should have said. He usually gives me a little sympathy chuckle and we go on with our lives. He, on the other hand, is pretty good with a come back. And that must be where Jace gets it.
Jace is excellent. His brand of humor is one that I find fascinating and sometimes frustrating. Usually I realize his jokes rather slowly (yes, he's seven) but then I realize how funny what he said was! He has pretty good delivery too. He knows it takes a minute so he pauses to let what he said set in. (Maybe it's not emphasis - maybe he just knows I'm slow. Hmmm)
Today I got zapped by a zinger that Jace tossed my way. I got it right away too! Are you ready for it?
It's been a long day (week, month, I'm even willing to go so far as to say year) and Jace and I have been butting heads for most of it (at least today). So this afternoon when I was getting out of the van and holding the door so it wouldn't hit the vehicle next to us, I slammed my knee into the door. (I know, I'm smooth and dim witted...the complete package.)
It's still hurting, especially when I try to bend it. So, doing something a little bit ago I moved it unexpectedly and a little farther than I have since hurting it and immediately bit my lip to keep from completely swearing like a sailor. (kind of worked...sort of)
What came out was, "Son of a - man, that hurts like a mother!"
My quick thinking son said, "What? Does it hurt like a mother is mean?"