"I hate you. You are the worst parent in the whole world."
"You hafta help me with my homework because I can't do it otherwise."
This all came out in one paragraph. There might have been a few more sentences in the middle. I tuned out.
I was not declared the worst parent in the world -- the "whole world"-- for not helping with homework. In fact, it was because I was helping that I earned that label. I went above what had been asked and tried to help a bit extra. I suppose it wasn't what he'd expected and when Bug is confronted with something he hasn't prepared for he usually dislikes it.
I left the house and took a fifteen minute walk in the nearby park.
I returned to a Bug with his hands on his hips and a mouth puckered in anger. I heard "you hafta" again and I left the house again. This time I took a book and my glasses and hung out at a picnic table in the park.
Is this being eight years old or just being an intense kid? Or, perhaps I'm the worst parent in the whole world and the rest of you can relax now that the title is taken.