do i need a counselor?

so my husband is studying for a test that he's taking for work in july. he's got five college text books that he needs to go over. and the material is so dry. SO DRY. i don't know how he does it.

on saturday i made my tiny man come outside with me and pull weeds in the garden so that hubz could have a little time to study.

tiny man sprayed me with the hose. then proceeds say "i didn't spray you the hose is barely on."
 son i said, my back is soaking wet. now get over here and help me pull these weeds.

he used the back end of the hammer to till the dirt and get the weeds out. at least that's what he said he was doing. he left all the weeds mixed in with the dirt.

picked my cherry tomatoes and "accidentally" stepped on a few and says,
 wow the green tomatoes are green inside.
i had to restrain myself from saying, "No Really."  GRRR!!!

 then as if i wasn't already annoyed tired of yelling at correcting him.
i took a deep breath and say "here's the thing son...."

he holds his hands up cutting me off RUDE
and says,

"wait a minute MOM i am not a counselor 

DON'T tell me your problems"

he must of seen the shock and anger roll across my face because he took off in the opposite direction of me. yelling burned, i burned you MOM all the while laughing. 

i mean i wanted to laugh too. it was funny. what eleven year old says that? but before i laughed i had to whip his little butt lovingly and kindly send him to his room for being disrespectful. 

when i came back into the house and my husband asked what that was all about i couldn't even tell him through my tears of laughter. once i finally got a hold of myself and got it out, hubz was SO PROUD that HIS son is SO quick witted. 

is something wrong with us for thinking it was funny?

maybe we do need counseling. maybe.