{"id":592,"date":"2009-05-11T12:37:23","date_gmt":"2009-05-11T12:37:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2009\/05\/11\/the-art-of-talking-back\/"},"modified":"2009-05-11T12:37:23","modified_gmt":"2009-05-11T12:37:23","slug":"the-art-of-talking-back","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2009\/05\/11\/the-art-of-talking-back\/","title":{"rendered":"The Art of Talking Back"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A week spent at home sick with my sick(er) six-year old was quite nice &#8211; assuming you could look past the phlegm and vomit and other assorted bodily nastiness.<\/p>\n<p>As we got healthy toward the end of the week, the big guy found himself with a lot of energy to burn off. Unfortunately, he chose the &#8220;torment my brother&#8221; option. Yesterday, as his mom was relaxing for Mother&#8217;s Day, I finally exploded.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s enough,&#8221; I shouted. &#8220;I&#8217;m having to yell at you like every three seconds, and I&#8217;m sick of it. Leave your brother alone!&#8221; I leaned close. &#8220;Did you hear me? Do you understand? Leave him alone.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He stood his ground, jutting his chin out. &#8220;One&#8230; Two&#8230; Three.&nbsp; That was three seconds Daddy, and you didn&#8217;t yell. It&#8217;s <em>not <\/em>every three seconds.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Time Out.&#8221; I gritted through clenched teeth.<\/p>\n<p>He smiled and literally skipped off to the time-out spot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A week spent at home sick with my sick(er) six-year old was quite nice &#8211; assuming you could look past the phlegm and vomit and other assorted bodily nastiness. As we got healthy toward the end of the week, the big guy found himself with a lot of energy to burn off. Unfortunately, he chose [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[118],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-592","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-c"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-9y","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/592","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=592"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/592\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=592"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=592"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=592"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}