James has been reading some sort of new research on lefties. Apparently you have to be left-handed for this to show-up in your news feed. And since my mom and my son and my husband and my nephew are lefties, I’m sure they’re all going to agree with the study’s initial findings that they likely have superior verbal skills.
I’m left-footed. I’ve noticed my left big toe is quite well-spoken.
So today Jacob says to me from the backseat, “Mom. Mom? You wanna hear something ironic?”
Uh, yeah. I totally want to hear something ironic. Especially because you’re using the word ironic Mr. Fifth Grade.
“So at our school there’s a kid named Fletcher, and there’s a kid named Archer. And they’re totally enemies.”
“Wow, that is ironic,” replies my foot.