“Are you sure you remember how to put that tent up?”
“Yes! For pete’s sake, a six-year-old could do it! Leave me alone!”
“I have the directions right here. Looks to me like you need them.”
“I DON’T NEED THEM!” Go away and let me work!”
“Well, okay. I’ll put them right here on the grill.”
He fussed and fumed, putting poles together and taking them apart until he had such a mess he couldn’t even tear it down, never mind put it up.
Then a quiet little voice said “Daddy? I’m six. I know how to read the d’rections. “