Say what you mean and mean what you say

I really need to think about what I say before I say it.

On Sunday at the Rangers game, Little Bit finished up her popsicle and asked what to do with the stick. Throw it down, I said, meaning to drop it on the ground. Instead, she launched it about four rows down. Thankfully, she hit an empty seat.

*shaking my head*

This morning, Hot Rod was finishing up a project on Venus and needed to pull his report off the spiral notebook (which has those little perforated thingees on the side, so you can pull it out nicely. So, he asks me how to get his paper off and I reply, tear it off. Next thing I know, he is asking for scissors because he is making his paper look tacky. What? Bring it here. Sure enough, he was ripping the paper in the middle (not at the perforations.) You told me to rip it out, he says.

Gees Louise. You'd think being a writer would teach me not to speak so literally to children. As Bill Engvall would say, here's my sign.