Uh Oh!

Since I walked through the door for lunch 33 minutes ago, Logan has been, what can only be described as, tormenting me with endless and repeating questions.  Indeed, Ashley had a generally harassed look about her and promptly announced that it was "your turn" as she left the room in search of solitude.  Once the paraphrased questioning had looped around for eighth time, I stopped listening.  That was 31 minutes ago.  I did not, however, stop answering and I suspect that this may have been a mistake.

Twenty-two parenting years tells me that, in order to break him of this habit, I need to tell him that he already knows the answer to that question and absolutely refuse to answer it again.  I think a review of my notes is in order.

Somewhere between taking sandwich and drink orders, lunch-time conversation and the general noise of the late morning I had shifted focus.  Alright, fine...I had lost focus altogether.  Logan continued his relentless question asking while I hoovered around the edges of the "conversation," paying just enough attention to provide only ambiguous and non-committing answers.  I was only vaguely aware that Logan had relocated to the basement and was now pursuing his endeavor by shouting his questions up the staircase.

When the interrogation came to a sudden end, I was momentarily alarmed.  What just happened?  The last thing I remember was hearing Logan say,

"Okay, Dad?  Okay??"

"O-ka-y," I replied.

"Yeah!  Thank you," he squealed.

Then there was clapping.  Then there was silence.

That can't be good.

Ashley, I would like to apologize in advance if I inadvertently gave him permission to: use the washing machine as a rock polisher; use the vacuum cleaner as a wind tunnel apparatus; find out if the oscillating feature of the space heater is really as much fun as a carnival ride.  Let me know...I'll be back at five.

- 22 December 2011