Like father, like son

Last night as Thomas was putting Garrison to bed Garrison was having a small fit.  I couldn't hear much through the monitor so I didn't know exactly what was going on.  All I knew was that Garrison was trying to tell Thomas something and Thomas was acting like are-you-kidding-me.

A few minutes later Thomas came into the bedroom and said, "He wanted his wipes put back in the basket [where it's suppose to always be put back] and not laying out on the floor."  Thomas said this with a slight annoyance in his voice.

I smiled and said, "Ahhh, now you know what it's like to live with you."  The response from Thomas was a grunt and I just laid there and smiled.  Getting a taste of his own medicine.