When my six-year-old bought himself a new game, he asked to play with his siblings. His older brother (13) got the game out, and also a complimentary game of his dad's.
When dad came home late, the kids were still playing. He instructed them to put the games away. Using his usual thoughtfulness and care, my older son stuffed his dad's game in the box and set it next to the bookshelf on which it belonged.
What ensued was a yell-fest at my 13-year-old about the "right" way to put things away:
Husband: "What were you thinking? I have showed you how to put this game away at least three times! What is this? And why isn't the instruction page in the box?"
Son: "The paper wouldn't fit, so I left it on the side."
Husband: "Look, this is what you should do...... wait, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!! WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"
Son (who was attempting to fold the instruction page in half to make it fit in the box): "What?"
Husband: "Don't fold that paper! I never fold that paper! Look, put these like this and this, and tuck the paper over the top and down the sides. And put it back on the shelf just like you found it. In fact, just don't touch my things!"
Son (now teary) wisely remains silent.
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