I was schooling Jackson on respect one day in the car. He was telling me how good it was going to feel to say "I told you so" to a friend.
I was assuring him that Dale Carnegie would definitely say that is NOT the way to win friends and influence people.
So as I was delivering a moving, and inspirational sermonette on the merits of being a good friend, I heard a little chirp from the back seat.
(Jackson has taken to speaking in stage directions. "Sigh" "Face palm" "Eye roll")
That got my attention. I pointed out in a brisk tone the irony of my speaking to him about being respectful and he disrespecting me with his commentary.
I think this is where I started screeching.
Then I really lost it. It was a good thing we were only half a block from home.
Fast forward an hour and Jackson had just the right amount of indignation and revision historian. He came to my room and I naively expected an apology. I had one for him. I lost it. I would not
tolerate like the disrespect, but I also should not have gone Linda Blair on him either.
I waited for his contrite apology.
"Mommy, you know there's an amendment, I have freedom of speech."