His Marbles

Kyle, my 19-year-old son, was sitting on the edge of his bed when he announced, “Ah-ha! I found my marbles.”

Unable to resist, I turned and looked, “I didn’t know you had lost your marbles.”

Without missing a beat he held up his hand, displaying the little glass globes and responded, “Ha-ha – I meant these marbles, smart ass!”

Kyle knows me too well.