Yesterday, my eldest son, Basti, was trying to grab some plates from the table. Afraid that he might drop the plates and hurt himself, I grab the dishes and placed them where he wouldn't be able to reach them.
His reaction: he gave me a look that sort of said "Don't mess with me, Dad!"
My reaction: I gave him a look that sort of said "Go ahead! Make my day!"
The Outcome: He found out that he shouldn't mess with Dad!
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