Important Background Information: The Helper and I share the same first name, though he’s not a junior. A gift from my wife; because if he was the only son we would ever have I wanted him to share my name… and she was heavily sedated at the time.
“I’m not Chris, I’m Daddy, you’re Chris.”
“No I’m NOT, I’m Christopher!” *Hands on Hips* [Stamps one foot]
“You’re Chris, too.”
“No I’m NOT, I’m Christopher, you are Chris!” *Finger Point in Face* [Stamps both feet]
“Okay, you know I’m Christopher too, we have the same name.”
“No we don’t… you’re Daddy!”
Never saw it comin’ folks.
You know your old and feeble when you verbally spar with your 4 year old and he kicks your butt!