This has become the boy’s favorite retort any time we discipline him or otherwise force him to do something he’d rather not. Annoyingly, even the lass has picked this one up. So when he used it on the Wife and I yesterday, while en route to the zoo no less, I unfurled a little sarcasm at him:
“You’re right, we’re not nice. We’re so not nice that we never get you anything for your birthday like bikes and rollerblades. We’re so not nice that we never take you to the park to use them. We’re so not nice that we never take you to the zoo, or the museum. We’re so not nice that we never take you out to eat. We never make you your favorite foods. We’re so not nice that we never give you a shoulder to cry on. We never take you to friend’s houses for birthday parties. We never let you get together with your friends at all.”
“You’re right, we are not nice parents at all.”
After several moments of silence, he said “I just meant right now.”