“I don’t LIKE these pants!”  “Why do we ALWAYS have to watch what Henry wants?”  “If you don’t let me play Wii, I’m not doing ANYTHING!”  “I ALREADY DID!”  “Stop telling me what to do!”  “I DON’T LIKE IT!”

The little ape crosses his arms and gives me his best mad face.

The monkey in me wants to smack that defiant look off his face then roar and beat my chest like King Kong.   Breathe.  Must.  Not.  Lower.  Myself.  To his level.  “Those are the rules.  If you’re not going to cooperate, you’re going to your room.  Understand?”

Mad face. Mad face. Mad face breaks into a defeated nod.

“You need a hug?”