My oldest son, Ryan, was down with a fever for a few days earlier this week. It was just a fever, not much else, and after a few days he was back to normal again. He missed school on Tuesday and got to spend the day sitting in my bed or on the couch watching ‘his TV’ and getting pampered by his mommy. I think the last few days have taught him a thing to to about getting what you want.

Last night, when he’s supposed to be sleeping, he gets up and tells me in the saddest face possible, “Daddy, my tummy hurts.” Being the genius daddy that I am, I know he’s just trying to get something from me. I ask him a few dozen questions to see what’s really wrong, and finally I just decided he was hungry. I gave him a slice of bread and told him to sit on the couch and eat. After a few minutes he says to me in that little kid whimper,

“Daddy, when I tell mommy that my tummy hurts she gets me food and a drink, and lays beside me, and let’s me watch my TV.”

Needless to say, I’m not his mommy, and I told him to go to bed. To which he responds by saying, “OK!”, and then he jumps off the couch, and bounces back to bed. Better luck next time, kiddo!