I wear my heart on my sleeve, he said, so you know what I’m feeling at any given moment and I am an open book so you can read my thoughts whenever you wish to do so.
His smile said he was proud of this state, and he did say it set him apart from most people.
She laughed and said to him, “But you know by being so transparent no one needs to spend any time with you, they know your story. And, he added, “If I ever have a heart attack, they won’t ruin a good shirt when they apply the defibrilator.”
First of all, Jack, you were sent to the corner for a reason. That pie was for everyone, not just you, we have told you endlessly about how wrong selfishness is. You won’t listen. And how many times do we have to tell you to use a fork or a spoon. Not only did you ruin the pie, no one wants to eat what is left once you put your hand in it. And how are we supposed to get that stain off your white shirt? Good boy? Oh, no, anything but, so you are grounded for a week.