Who Do You Believe?

When my son was younger, he learned how to cleverly wind my husband into a frenzy. He knew what buttons to push, the information to present, and how to remain believable in the process. I watched, with popcorn, as my husband’s blood pressure steadily rose and his voice squeaked with frustration as my mischievous son played the game. I knew the game. I knew the purpose. I quietly watched it play out. My sweet husband would react as if the ridiculous scenario my son had created was true. His fru