You Just Don't Understand

Friday night, as I was getting ready for bed, I turned to my wife and said "I need to get to sleep and get up before Owen."

"Why?"

"Well, if I get up before him, I get to put snow in his pants.  If he wakes up before me, he says he's going to put snow in my pants."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's a deal we made with each other."

"You are not doing tha...why would you even agree to that?"

"Honey, I think you just don't understand the intricacies of a father-son relationship."

"Yeah, I must not."

I ended up getting up before him, but no snow was put into anyone's pants.  We had a snowball fight instead.