Transcript from the breakfast table, revealing boy's quick wit and ability to side step pretty much everything that comes out of the maternal mouth. Adolescence should be fun.
Me: "Stryker, you have to practice guitar before your friends come over."
Stryker: "Oh crap."
Me: "Remember, I asked you not to say that. Please don't."
Stryker: "Can I say the 'S' word then?"
Stryker (with feeling): "Oh, feces!"