The Boy at the Door

A young boy at the door confused me when he was ... well ... confused.

There was a knock at the door this afternoon. I love visitors, so I jumped up to see who was there. I looked out the window and saw a 10-year-old boy holding a small flier. I opened the door and said, "Hello."

The boy said, "Is your mom or dad home?"

I paused and then said, "No."

Before I could clarify, he said, "Oh, um, could you give them this flier when they get home."

"Sure, no problem," I said.

"OK, thanks, bye," he said.

I closed the door. I put the flier on the table, and I walked to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror. "Really?"