We were visiting my sister in Virginia and on day 4 of the trip, my patience was running very thin. Nik was at the kitchen table, making odd noises and I lost it and said: “NIK! Can you please stop making those noises…can you please act normal?!”
Nik: “What’s normal?”
then, “I don’t want to be normal. I don’t like normal.”
Boy…he told me!
Nik: 1, mom: 0.