Caleb is in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. I reminded him to wash his face and hands.

“I will brush my teeth and that’s it.”

“You need to wash your face and hands,” I say (note: I am not yelling. Yay for me).

“I am not washing my hands.”

“I thought you said you’d get ready for bed tonight without whining,” says not-yelling me.

“I am not whining. I am arguing.”