While trudging through Burlington and battling heavy rains earlier this month, Big Brother, Sissy, and I had a wet walk with our umbrellas to the dock where our Lake Champlain sight-seeing boat awaited us.
BIG BROTHER: Three
ME: What's that son?
BIG BROTHER: I said Three, Dad.
ME: Ok, I'll play your game, three what?
BIG BROTHER: I was just counting the number of public parking lots that are closer to the dock than the one where you parked our car.
ME: Ahh. Your mother's son.
BIG BROTHER: Wait... Dad, look!
(points to an orange "Park Here: First Two Hours Free" sign ahead and across the street)
BIG BROTHER: Four! Now it is Four!
SISSY: What did Big Brother say, Dad?
(I balance the umbrella handle between my shoulder and neck and use both of my hands to cover my ears)
Responding to criticism in a childish manner?
Works for me.
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