It’s morning, and moments before school starts. Joshua is still not ready. I say in a pleasant voice “son, hurry go get ready you’re going to be late.”

his reply…

“I don’t want to be your son if you talk to me like that!!” - in the most dramatic tone, he could have been on a soap opera. Oh my, here we go I guess. L!

I didn’t know whether I should be hurt that he came up with it, or laugh because he sounded just like me as a child. Ask my Mother, she’ll fill you in.