Like Father, Like Son (Part I)

So the day care provider tells The Missus and me that some new kid’s parent was leaving him there his first day this morning, and after the parent left the child wailed copiously and carried on at length. Eventually, she said, our son responded by sternly admonishing the distraught child, “Stop that. You’re Mommy’s not coming back. Be quiet.”

As that sunk in, another one of the day care ladies said he had done the same thing to another kid last week. I looked straight at The Boy, accusingly, there in his mommy’s arms. He tilted his head toward me, his eyes lit up and a big toothy grin spread across his face.

“Luke, you must turn from the Dark Side…”

It seems he’s picking up all the wrong things from me. Besides The Missus, I can’t imagine who he could have seen me torture for sport. I’ve got to be more careful. And by careful, of course, I mean discreet.