This just happened:
I made Riley some echinacea tea with honey, and told him to drink it because it would help his cold go away faster. Then I sat down at the table to drink my herbal tea as well. He took one sip and asked, "Do I have to to drink it?" "You don't like it?" "Not really." "Well, please drink it. It will help." So then he was all mad at me.
About five minutes later, I ask him what time it is as my back is to the clock.
"Can't you turn around?" He mumbled.
"What?" I asked because I didn't hear him.
"It's 11:40, but can't you just turn around and look yourself?"
Seriously? How did he get so mean?
When I was done drinking my tea, I went upstairs to finish getting ready for church. I told Kurtis what had happened while I was taking off my socks. He said, "Well, I'm sure we've said the same thing to him before."
I thought about this for a minute and then said, "No. I don't talk to my children that way. You do. But I don't."
"When have I talked to them like that recently?"
"It doesn't have to have been recent. That's why it's called learned behavior."
Then I pointed out the irony of what he just said and told him that he was being mean. I also told him when he talks to me like that, I don't want to stick around. Maybe that was going too far, but it was the truth. There was something I didn't say, but wanted to. It's gone, though. I can't remember what it was. But it might be for the best.