So apparently yelling “WHAT’S YOUR DEAL” at a cat that won’t stop meowing isn’t all that effective.
Whenever Noah does something dumb (which would be approximately daily), I say to him “What is wrong with you?”
To which The Wife replies, “So, so many things…”
I’ve started referring to him as our “special” child. If I had it to do over again I think I’d name him Lennie.
Of course then The Wife usually adds “…but his heart is filled with nothing but love.”
She’s right, as usual… and as the Bible says, “love covers a multitude of doofusness.”*