Today when I said good morning to the staff at the boys’ before-school program, I realized I had momentarily lost my voice. As I cleared my throat and tried to speak normally, BB#2 assured me that he could still hear me just fine. Jokingly, I said something along the lines of, “I’m glad you can hear me, now I just need you to listen!” This was his response:
“I listen, but sometimes I just want to keep doing what I’m doing. Sometimes I don’t want to do what you asked me to do.”
Well. At least we understand one another.