One minute, he’s playing. Having the best evening ever.
The next, he’s in timeout for not sharing the slide with his sister.
So sad. Poor Graham, huh? You feel for him, right?
Then Dad has a talk with him. He listens, says “yessir” and promises to be a good boy. Then we go on and play some more, only to repeat minutes later.
A typical three-minute span in our day.