The Daddy Complex

Breeding Contempt

Me:
Wyatt, this way.

Wyatt:
Okay.

Boone:
Where are we going?

Me:
To your room. It's bedtime.

Wyatt:
Whoops. U-turn.

Me:
Hey, come back.

Wyatt:
Catch me!

Boone:
Nice job, ace.

Me:
Where are you?

Wyatt:
I'm running around the kitchen table!

Boone:
You should've just picked him up.

Me:
It's not like bedtime is a surprise. It's happened every day of your life.

Wyatt:
I'm jumping on the couch now!

Boone:
Yeah, but now we're interacting with you, mom and the things around us like never before. Every day, we discover amazing new things.

Me:
Hmm. Sounds cool.

Boone:
It's a blast. Sometimes, it's hard to admit it has to stop.

Wyatt:
I'm chasing the dog!

Me:
Don't you find comfort in familiar routines like your nighttime bottle or a bedtime story?

Boone:
Yes, but that familiarity loses to things like—

Wyatt:
I'm climbing on the chair, Pop!

Boone:
Like climbing on the chair.

Me:
Ugh. I guess I have to go pick him up. He's going to freak out.

Boone:
Yeah. He's tired.

Me:
That could be resolved by going to bed.

Boone:
But, that's no fun.

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