Britches, Too Big For Inc.
In the past week Ethan has, on multiple occasions for each...
Put me on time out, usually for putting him on time out
Asked to drive the truck
Told me to leave him at home alone
He's also picked up some of his father's coarse language, declaring "Oh, calap!" after Noah has said "oh, crap!"
The child doesn't seem to understand that I'm an award-winning poet. A recorded essayist! I should be busy compiling my list of demands for appearances (such as a bowl of only pink Starburst, fresh cider, one autograph per person and no photographs except of my left side, etc.).
But instead I'm having to deal with this, an angsty teen in the body of an angsty toddler. Then again, his mother is an angsty writer, so. Even steven.
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Elsewhere, I subject the world to my theory-based math skillz.