I was in the study this afternoon when I heard Michael and Gabriel come inside from working in the garage. As soon as the door shut…
GABRIEL: “Daaaaddddyyy! DADDYYYY! I won cuuup! I won CUUUP!” Throws himself dramatically down on the floor at Michael’s feet, panting and moaning pitifully and dramatically even for an almost-three-year-old. Note that this episode was completely out of the blue; Gabriel had been perfectly cheerful for the entirety of the previous 30 minutes he had been with Michael in the garage.
MICHAEL: (Calmly) “Gabriel, buddy, you don’t have to cry like that. You just had to ask, and I would have given you water.”
I know, Lord, I know. I just have to ask. No drama needed.