As my son was scraping a dismantled high-chair across the floor, I said, “Stop that! Dad told you not to do that. It’s scratching the floor”.
He stopped and looked at me for a second, then moved it forward a little.
I raised my voice and said, “Hey! Stop doing that! Didn’t you hear me? Dad told you this morning not to do that anymore!”
He stopped again and said, “I CAN do it.”
I said, “Uh…no, you can’t. You’re not allowed. Dad said so.”
Then, with an irritated look and annoyance in his voice, he turned to me and said, “But Mom… Dad’s at work”.