Oh good gravy, it has started. I know it is part of the universe reminding me how a pain in the ass great son I was. In fact, I was the best son my parents ever had. And I feel comfortable saying that at least until that paternity test comes back.
Over the last month or so, Garrett has a one word response to pretty much everything you say. I never thought that the power of one word would cause Chris’s blood pressure to go up 10-20 points at dinner as she looks at me screaming “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” What’s that famous word?
Us: Garrett, please put your dishes away.
Us: Because that’s what we do when we are done with our meal.
Us: Garrett, it’s time to go inside.
Us: Because we need to eat dinner, take a bath, and go to bed.
Us: Because you need to go to sleep so you can rest for tomorrow.
Us: Garrett, STOP RUNNING.
Us: Because I said so dammit! (At this point I saw pigs flying by our window after realizing I just turned into my parents.)
If this is any indication of how his formative years will be spent, I expect him to be challening the Man as often as he can.