Ooooohhhhhhh! NOW I See The Problem

I've often wondered exactly why it aggravates the life out of Ron that he has to obey me. And, yes, it REALLY aggravates him. He mostly does it, but STILL it's an uphill battle for him. And he IS such a good boy.

Today we were all on our way into the city. A spontaneous building-supply run, which did NOT involve me getting the grocery shopping done. Again. But that is neither here nor there ...

And I mentioned while we were all crammed in the truck that I had a bizarre nightmare last night, that I was attacked by a peacock. I said this calmly as we were passing the wild-animal-petting-zoo-place. It just came to mind. Suddenly Ron leans forward from the back-seat of the truck and begins petting my shoulder frantically! He blurts out "You should have gotten me up! I would have snuggled you and made you feel better!", which is what I tell him.

And there-in lies the problem. The boy, age 9, really honestly actually seriously thinks he's my equal. Except that I can drive. And have a checkbook. Other than that ... He. Thinks. We. Are. Equals. THAT is the problem. And I have no idea what to do about it ...

On another note, this does bring to mind stories of my husband's childhood. I'm just saying ...


Teen aged girls also have this ailment. Of course, with her, I simply say, "When you have stretch marks from giving birth, you can use that tone of voice. Until then, we'll save the 'mommy tone' for me, okay?"

Leni | 04/24/2007 - 01:33 PM

Better a peacock than a calico giraffe... ;-)

Paul Burgess | 04/24/2007 - 02:01 PM
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