Me: So. Ummm. Beaumont. Do you see the towel lying on the couch?
Beau: Of course.
Me: Well, you know it’s there for you to lie on.
Beau: Ahh. I see where this is going.
Me: Where do you think it’s going?
Beau: Oh. You know. To that place where you tell me I’m supposed to be lying on the towel and I tell you I’m quite comfortable where I am and you get all huffy and whiny and I smile and make some smart remark about how you need to learn to relax and let sleeping dogs lie and you give a big sigh and I go back to sleep. That place.
Me: But that place doesn’t include you getting up and moving to the towel.
Beau: Well aren’t you the observant one.
Me: I’m also the feeder and walker of you one.
Beau: Well Hoorah for you.
Me: Beau. I want you to move to lie on the towel.
Beau: That’s nice.
Me: I expect you to move.
Beau: You now expectations are premeditated disappointments? So. Rather than you having to set yourself up for disappointed at a later time, let me get it over with. I’m not moving. See. Win/win/
Me: How is you not moving to the towel a win/win?
Beau: Are you thinking about being disappointed?
Beau: I rest my case. Now. Off you go. And don’t worry about getting disappointed later. I’m going back to sleep right here, right now.
And he did. ARRRRGH!!!!