Why I worry more now about that kid

Thomas was waiting for me to say goodnight to him, and had covered all of himself with a blanket.

Our bedtime ritual often involves wrestling, so I leaned hard on the spot where his kidney would be.

"Oooof," he said. "Get your hands off me, lard!"

"Lard?" I asked. "That doesn't make any sense! Lard is gooey. I'm not gooey."

"Okay, " he conceded, poking his head above the blanket. "But your hands are like catchers' mitts."

"Catchers' mitts are cool."

"That's what you say, Lard!" he said, giggling.

"Hey, you've violating the Scout Law," I said, poking him with a finger while he ducked a good night kiss. "A Scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, COURTEOUS, KIND, OBEDIENT, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent."

"What does 'reverent' mean again?"

"You know what it means. 'Attentive to God.' Speaking of which, disrespect violates one of the Ten Commandments, too. The one about honoring your father and mother."

"So?"

"So don't do it."

"Hey, the Bible doesn't say HOW to honor your father and mother. -- Ha!," he said, pleased with himself.
"Loophole! I found a loophole!"

"There are no loopholes in the Ten Commandments!"

"Yes there are, Dad, and I found one! Ha ha! Loophole!" I leaned on him again. "Oooof!"