Michaelisms

Overheard just now, Michael talking to Mo, "You are not my boss or my mother, so you can't boss me around."

This afternoon, I was driving home from picking Rachel up from school and Michael said,"We are about eleven yards from home."

I said (because we were about a quarter of a mile from home), "We are a little further away than that."

Thirty seconds later he said it again and I told him, "Not yet."

As we pass our next door neighbor, he announced, "Now we are one yard from home," and I told him, "We are actually about eleven yards from the garage."

He said, "No, not like yardsticks! Like FRONT YARDS!"