angry

Dylan,

"All done angry?"
"All done angry?"

You weren't cooperating the other day. You were in a precocious mood and started taking playful swipes at my glasses -- one of which took them right off my face.

I told you it made me angry when you did that. It's not a word I normally use with you, but you seem to have gotten a good understanding of it from somewhere.

You backed off, and with your hands together and your head tilted a bit to one side you asked: "all done, all done angry?"

I asked if you were all done hitting me.

"All done angry?"
"All done angry?"

I asked again, and you answered "yes".

"All done angry."
"All done angry."
I said.


Dad