Then, from the back seat of the car, there came a long, stiff gasp. Solemnly and slowly, Everett breathed out a sigh. OHHHH NOOOOO DADDYYYYY.
Fiery darts gone. We both burst out laughing while Tyson agreed with him. You're right buddy, Daddy's in TROU. BLE. Everett replied with another gasp, and a face similar to the ones made at the bottom of this post, because it's his signature move these days, and let out a hearty UH OH! in agreement. We could not stop laughing at his perceptiveness and desire to input on the conversation. Tyson felt so bad, there was hardly an end to the sincerest of apologies and vows to fix or replace if possible. But it didn't matter anymore and I felt awfully dumb for even having a reaction in the first place. The perspective gained from your child mirroring your reaction is shaming at its worst, hilarious at its best. But thank the heavens for that perspective, in whatever its form.