You know what sucks about it though, being a deeply sarcastic asshole? I wasn’t able to replicate the same damage in my son. He’s so earnest and genuine. He has an uncomplicated delight in praise and an open countenance that I will never understand. I feel like an artist who has created one masterpiece by accident and will never know how they managed it.

Dude will be like “daddy, you make the best bread in the world” and by the time I mutter “don’t patronise me” he’s already talking about something else - and not listening. He keeps getting away with it.

So yeah I like being sarcastic but it has lost some of its shine lately. It’s no fun being sarcastic with him.