He absolutely, positively was not listening. Not obeying me in the least! In sheer irritation I said to Warren, “You’re this close,” indicating with my thumb and pointer finger the teeny amount of space he had, “to staying home while Dad just goes to the picnic without us.”
In a high pitched, sing-songy, happy voice he countered, “I’m this close,” with an even shorter distance between his fingers.
So much for keeping a straight, authoritative face.