"I totally didn't get your last blog, hon - I mean, I didn't read the whole thing because I was at work but I didn't get what it was about...was it an excerpt from your new book or something?"

"Seriously?  The whole thing was a rant about you...mom came over to help in the basement this week..."

"Oh, I'll have to read that again."

later...

"I think that's the funniest thing you've ever written," he says, grinning - obviously not moved to change or apologize.

"What's so funny?"  Zander asks.

"Mommy called me a pansy."

"What's a pansy?"

"A chicken!" I say.  "Daddy's scared to go in the basement."

"Hon, I'm not scared, it's just the dirtiest, grossest job ever and I don't want to do it."

Right.  Pansy.