Today my 7yo was enraged that I asked him to put a shirt on (house rule, everyone has to wear a shirt inside, no more lounging in your skivvies). I was heading out the door for work and asked for a hug and kiss on his way upstairs to put on a shirt, and he glared at me as he walked toward me. I opened my arms for a hug, he nonchalantly dodged the hug and kept walking past me staring straight ahead with his death glare eyes, and didn’t even look back for the reaction. I was equal parts amused and hurt.
Kids, man.