I had three whole arguments with him today, all before I left for work in the morning.
P: Hey Jerah.
J: What? You don't call me that. You call me Mommy.
P: I call you Jerah.
J: No you don't.
P: Daddy calls you Jerah. And I call you Jerah.
P: Gimme that thing. What's that thing?
J: It's a safety pin.
P: I want it.
J: You can't have it, it's sharp. It's dangerous.
P: It not dangerous, it a SAFETY pin.
J (talking about something else): That was the day before yesterday, the day when we went to vote.
P: And YOU voted for McCain.
J: NO I DIDN'T... Argh.
He really knows how to get under my skin. Now if he could only translate that into a marketable skill. Maybe he'll be a lawyer when he grows up.