Chad is seven. When I gave him a reading test today, he kept making eyes at me. He was reading about teeth.
"Crocodiles have sharp teeth. RaaaaAAAARRRR!", he said.
And then raised his eyebrows at me and grinned.
"Some snakes have fangs."
He reached over and stuck his pointy fingers into my leg. "I'm venomous!"
"Interesting, Chad," I said, as I prodded him to continue reading.
"Girls these days..." he says, condescendingly.
This is the same kid who sang me "You Are My Sunshine" when I was sick. I love that kid.