come on dad.

"Can we go outside, dad?"


"Pleeeease? Come on daddy. It will be fun."


"Think. Think. How do I get outside?"


"The doorknob. Jackpot. I'm a big boy now. I don't need their help. Except I can't quite reach it. Okay, I do need their help. I'll beg some more. Pleeeease?"


And then we give in and go outside.

Typical "dialogue" between us and P. He wants to do something. We say no. He does a little begging. We give in. That's how things happen around here. P runs the show. How can you say no to this sweet boy with big blue puppy dog eyes? We're in trouble, aren't we?