Well, Actually

“Well, actually,” he says, and it’s the bane
of someone who adores him naturally,
but can’t abide to hear the kid’s refrain:
“Well, actually.”

He’s only 8 but often factually
correct. And that he’s trying to mansplain
is only entertaining you and me.

I watch him tip his father to inane
annoyance, and I marvel. Can this be?
His peers and years will teach him to abstain
well, actually.

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