Redefining

We’ve had some trouble with the boy’s attitude. His favorite statement has become, “I hate that” or “I hate you.”

It’s so pleasant, I can’t even tell you. Especially after a fabulous day at Bank of No Forks.

Sassy was super sick last night, sick as a pukey dog. Today she stayed home from summer camp. If she’s staying home from camp then The Bandit will also be expecting to stay home. Thus, My Honey stayed home from work today, so as I left the house I implored the boy – who was sitting on the couch in his underpants – not to give his father any trouble.

Before we get into the meat of this story, I’d like to reiterate that he was wearing his underwear when I left the house. That’s fairly significant because usually the boy refuses to wear any. It’s actually not a refusal to wear them, it simply doesn’t happen. He was still wearing only his underpants when I got home from work. Well, at least he had them on.

Anyway, there was an agreement that he wouldn’t be a hater. He’d make every effort to get along with his father and sister.

I called to check in on everyone around lunch time and got lunch orders. The Bandit didn’t want what the others decided on because, “I hate that place.”

I heard his father say, “I thought you weren’t supposed to be hating today.”

“Yeah,” The Bandit said quietly. “Is it OK if I just really, really don’t like it?”

Yes, indeed dude, it is.