I am a compulsive eye-roller. I can’t help it; I inherited it from my Dad. Our eyes roll and our lips smack at the slightest annoyance. If you ask my Mom, she will probably tell you that I was the sassiest, most “attitudiest” teenager in history.
Well, Mom, I doubt that is true, but in any event you should be happy to know that I am probably going to get mine — Oliver is not even seven months old, and already he is exhibiting signs of serious sass: