Today in the car we said someone was very patient, I think it was Grandpa. number one son and Elliott had found his stash of sweets and ate some, but he didn't get cross because he was very patient.
"What does patient mean?" asked number one son.
We were thinking about the best way to explain it, just for a few seconds. We're not stupid or anything. But number one son chipped in before us.
"It means two things. It means poorly, and it means waiting."
He's a clever boy.
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