kcorb7
I always see hawks when we go outside for gym. Someone points it out, soaring high in the sky. I look up and am mesmerized by its beauty. A smile falls on my lips and I exhale. Then a frisbee hits me in the face.
It was a wise remark. The little boy knew it would make his mother mad. He was spiting her for not letting him stay up fifteen minutes later. His mother just shook her head with a small smile on her lips, "You're just like your father."