“I know that.”

“I know that, Mom.”

I couldn’t begin to tell you how many time a day I hear that phrase.

“Ethan, put your shoes on.”

“I know that.”

“Ethan, clean up your plate.”

“I know that, Mom.”

And it’s not just the phrase itself. It’s the tone. It’s the sigh of exasperation at the end.

And then the worst part happens.

My response.

“If you knew it, you’d do it.”

Apparently, I am a poet. I just didn’t know it.

Oh and ladies and gentlemen I have just turned into my father. My father always had a clever response to whatever I threw at him.

“Where’s it at?”

“Right before the at.”

“But I have to go to the mall tonight.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.”

And so the cycle continues.

But I bet you knew that.


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