Raging Dad

On Friday morning I woke up to handle the kids while Raging Mom slept in. We had a tube of cinnamon rolls, and I had my baking hat on. After they were cooked, frosted and passed out to enjoy, Sonny said to me, “Daddy, I love you more than blueberries.”

How touching, I thought. The boy has reached deep down into his four-year-old consciousness and pulled out a comparison rich with meaning.

I thought this, until Connie said, “Dad, he doesn’t even like blueberries.”

Bewildered, I looked to the boy for his response.

“No, I don’t like blueberries,” he said, matter-of-factly.

About this time, Raging Mom strolled into the kitchen and I relayed the story of Sonny’s half-hearted expression of love. Thinking she could improve upon the situation (her first raging mistake), Raging Mom asked Sonny, “How about cinnamon rolls? Do you love daddy more than cinnamon rolls?”

Sonny had to think about this one. “Ohhh. [pause] I love cinnamon rolls the most.”

Brutal.

Raging Mom said my consolation prize was that he had to think about it for a few seconds before he answered. It is the small victories we look for in the Raging Household.

Song of the day: “Orange Ball of Love,” by The Mountain Goats.

Filed under: they said what? | Tagged: blueberries, cinnamon rolls, love