This morning the Boy walks up the stairs, into my room and puts his cup of water on the stand next to my printer.
Me: Why are you bringing your cup upstairs?
Me: ‘Cuz is not an answer. It is the beginning of an answer. If you don’t follow it up with something then you have not answered the question.
Him: (after a slight pause) ‘Cuz I don’t want to have to keep going up and down the stairs everytime I want something to drink. Go up. Go Down. Go up. Go Down.
That’s tiring and I don’t want to have to do it. And, anyway, I am going to put my cup in the bathroom.
What am I supposed to say after that?
Me: Okay. Oh. And by the way, ‘cuz is not a word. It’s because.
Him: Because I am going to put my cup in the bathroom.
Gotta love that boy.