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• He branched out quickly to other barnyard animals.  I love this young man in spite of his peculiarities.  I told him that he was turning into a handsome young man.  He replied, "Beauty is in the eye of a bull in a china shop."
• Wait.  I think that makes me a bull… or a china shop… not sure.  Obviously, I was between a rock and a mole hill.
• It became maddening when I needed to have a serious conversation with him about his grades.
• "One bad apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he said.
• I was insulted… I think.  Again, I wasn't sure, so I ignored it.
• "Honey, you have to work harder if you intend to get into a decent college."
• "All work and no play is the mother of invention," he answered blithely.
• I ran that through my sloppy drive and decided that he was right!  "Exactly!" I said, pleased.
• "What? Huh?"  He seemed confused.  "Did I just make sense?"
• "Yes, you did, but you don't get credit for it if you didn't know you were making sense."
• "Oh… good… because a penny saved gathers no moss."
• "Oh for Pete's sake!"
• My husband has the affliction, too, but only selectively.  He was watching a baseball game and was disgusted with the pitcher.  I happened to walk into the room at the same time he said, "He couldn't hit the broad side of a…"  he forgot what he was going to say and looking me straight in the eye, he finished,"…broad."
• I frowned and said, "This might be a good time to make your chickens hatch."