Raising a Teenager

My Hubster was loading up the dishwasher and our son wanted to help him. I was in the living room nursing our daughter. My Hubster had the water on hot and our son had pulled up his stool to the sink wanting to help.

Hubster: No son! It's hot!
My Boy: I help you Papa.
Hubster: No, the water is hot. Do you want an owie? You're going to get burned.
My Boy: No!
Hubster: Go play. I'm almost done.
My Boy: It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair Papa!

I quickly jumped up from the couch with My Girl and couldn't help but laugh and asked him what he had said. Clear as day, he repeated, "It's not fair!" Wow, I didn't know we had a teenager already!