"I think I've been MOSTLY good. I mean, sometimes I wasn't, but MOSTLY I was. Do you think I've been good?" he asked.
"I think that worrying about this on December 23rd is a little late," I replied.
Timothy stopped pacing.
"That's it," he announced. "I'm calling Nonna."
And after he finished talking with Nonna, he handed me the phone and I got a lecture.