outside

nate: mom, i will lay here is da grwass. you get up and go shoot dos balls in da goalf.
me: why do i have to get up? i can't lay here with you?
nate: mom, i told you to go shoot dos balls in the goalf.
me: geez...
nate: *he looks at me, raises his eyebrows, removes one hand from behind his head and points to the goal, i mean goalf, from his comfortably reclined position in the grass.

that boy means business. basketball shooting business.