{"id":1403,"date":"2011-11-04T07:44:36","date_gmt":"2011-11-04T12:44:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=1403"},"modified":"2011-11-04T07:44:36","modified_gmt":"2011-11-04T12:44:36","slug":"grumpy-morning-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2011\/11\/04\/grumpy-morning-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Grumpy Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My seven-year old woke me up the other morning, looking very upset in his halloween pajamas.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Daddy,&#8221; he said. &#8220;He&#8217;s using three pieces of paper.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I groaned and sat up. My wife had left early for work, so it was just me to deal with this particular crisis. &#8220;Is that bad?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Three pieces!&#8221; He gestured with his hands. &#8220;He&#8217;s drawing a picture on three pieces!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The little guy looked very upset, not I&#8217;m-going-to-collapse-into-tears upset, though. He looked more serious, more this-is-a-wrong-that-must-be-righted upset.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s what the paper&#8217;s for,&#8221; I said, covering a yawn. &#8220;I can&#8217;t wait to see what he&#8217;s drawn.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Three pieces,&#8221; he repeated. &#8220;It&#8217;s wasteful.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s fine.&#8221; I sat up. &#8220;That&#8217;s what we have the paper for.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He tilted his head forward. &#8220;It&#8217;s wasteful,&#8221; he reprimanded me.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why do you care if he draws on three pages?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s wasteful. He should draw on one piece.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, I say it&#8217;s okay.&#8221; I stood up. &#8220;And I&#8217;m the daddy. Come on. Let&#8217;s go see.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We found his brother drawing in his room, a vast cosmic battle that spanned three different pages. &#8220;Wow,&#8221; I admired. &#8220;Looks good.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thanks.&#8221; He grinned. &#8220;He doesn&#8217;t like me using three pages.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I shook my head. &#8220;I know. It&#8217;s fine.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I turned to find my seven-year-old glowering at us from the doorway. &#8220;It&#8217;s wasteful,&#8221; he intoned.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Time to get dressed.&#8221; I led him into the den, where clothes were folded and piled neatly on the couch. &#8220;Your momma was folding clothes last night. If you need anything, it&#8217;s all here.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He crossed his arms. &#8220;If she could fold them,&#8221; he\u00a0said, &#8220;she could have put them away.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I tried not to smile as I picked up a pair of socks. &#8220;Tell you what,&#8221; I said. &#8220;Why don&#8217;t you tell her that next time you see her?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He glared at me, lips pressed together.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Really,&#8221; I said. &#8220;I think she&#8217;ll take it well.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The corner of his mouth twitched, then he gave a big sigh, and started picking out his clothes. 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