thanks a lot
It was bedtime. I was in the home office across the hall.
My 4 year old poked his head out of his room, "Maaaaooom?" in a soft questioning voice.
"Mommy's downstairs, Gabriel. Go to bed, please."
<< big pause >>
"I'm not talking to you Dad."
"Gabriel, please. It's bedtime. Now go to bed." I said quickly.
"Thanks a lot, Dad."
I laughed to myself and thought I'd challenge the sarcasm. In a sincere tone I said, "You're welcome."
A long pause came from across the hall.
"No, Dad. It's not a good thing," he said.
"But I thought you said 'thank you' to me?"
"No. It's not nice. It means I'm angry."
"Okay. Well, it's time for bed. I love you."
"I love you, Dad." And the door shut.
I'd love to know it was something else (or someone else) that planted the ability for sarcasm at such a young age. I'm certain it was a little bit of me and a little bit of the something else.
