This morning Andy and I were eating our breakfast before school and work. He was in a really rotten mood, having already thrown Nugget out of his bedroom and argued with me about getting dressed and brushing his teeth.
Shawn came down the stairs and said, "Good morning, Andy."
Andy looked down at his Cheerios and grumbled, "Daddy, I don't want to talk you right now."
I said, "Andy! Don't be rude. Daddy was saying good morning to you."
Andy said irritably, "Daddy, can you just let me enjoy my cereal business?"
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