Last night, Dad got home late from work well past supper time so he fixes himself a bagel. Flash forward to breakfast this morning, Big Bro is neither grateful for nor satisfied with the three options Dad offers; cereal, waffle, or oatmeal. Mom suggests a bagel, Dad confesses that he ate the last one the night before. Big Bro ponders the situation for a moment. He then turns and says "Dad, the next time you get bagels, eat them in the morning because we need to see what you are doing with these bagels." Dad, in his most sincere and authoritative tone, declares that as long as this is his house, and he pays the bills, he can eat bagels whenever he gosh darn pleases, and doesn't have to answer to anyone, let alone a four year old who is too good for cereal waffles, and oatmeal, and so forth. To this, Mom and Big Bro chuckle and shoot each other knowing glances. Typical levels of disrespect for the father figure. Fine.
But then, out of nowhere, sweet, innocent little man breaks out in laughter. Not the little baby coo that you get when you put him in front of a mirror or make a goofy face. This was from the belly, volume dial to 11. His first laugh - at Dad's expense! He couldn't be stopped, and only relented after turning redfaced and winded. Naturally, this caused a chain reaction in Mom and led to 15 minutes of increasingly stringent rules governing Dad's eating habits out of Big Bro.
They look all sweet and innocent. But don't be fooled. These boys have no respect. None!
