“Buddy are you going to put this puzzle away or not?!” I yell.
“I never will,” my son says like I’ve just asked him to join the Dark Side.
“Why not?” Yes, I realize that I’m the grownup and he’s the child and this is the wrong question. However…
“Because it’s a party,” he says for the millionth time. It’s his new excuse for not doing things. Because it’s a party.
And I try to get mad. Or I try to be reasonable. Sometimes I even put on my mommy pants and lay down the law…
After I laugh. Because that’s the best excuse I’ve heard for doing whatever the crap you want whenever the crap you want to.
Because it’s a party, man. Chillax.