Em and N were arguing mildly about I-didn't-care-what when all of a sudden I heard Em gasp. "Mom!" she called to me, outrage in her voice. "N just flipped me off!"
I turned to my tiny, grinning, angelic-faced son. "EXCUSE ME?" I boomed. He stopped smiling.
"What did you just do to your sister?"
"I just did this," he said, extending his middle finger upwards, his other miniature digits curving in toward his palm.
"And what do you think that means?" I said, gathering up my strength for the screaming that was about to begin.
Without missing a beat, and without a trace of irony, he replied: "It means I'm pointing up to God in heaven."