I’m stretched out on the sofa relaxing while my son walks around revved up from some computer game he’s been playing . . .
“You wanna battle me?” he shouts.
I have no idea what that means, and I’m trying to take a nap, so I let it pass.
“You wanna battle me?” he repeats.
He thrives on repetition.
“You wanna battle me?” he shouts a third time.
“Shut up, will ya? I’m trying to take a nap.”
Long pause . . .
“I’ve just got one question . . .”