My second child is a boss. He steals food off the fork I’m eating even though he has his own fork. He wants to perch upon my hip at the most inconvenient times, like when I’m trying to brush my hair or choose my Megamillions numbers, which thankfully the gentlemen at my neighborhood 7-11 notice my frustration and suggest a quick pick instead.
I want my sons to be the kind of men who offer seats for women, especially since I’m writing this entry while commuting to work and I’m flanked by very able-bodied young men who probably can’t wait to finish class so they can get back to their World of Warcraft games or whatever it is that has kept them from dates that don’t require Internet access.
I want Nathan and TJ to handle conflict with ease, and like a boss, I want them to be emotionally intelligent enough to answer any foe the way TJ does in this video: