But then I realized I didn’t want to do that, so I told him, “I’ll get frustrated if I don’t finish this shirt first. I can help you as soon as I finish ironing the sleeves.” Jamie said, “Okay, Dad,” and then he stuck around to watch me iron. I would never have thought to tell him my feelings before this class. It’s so strange to me that I didn’t learn to say things like “I’m frustrated” until I was thirty-four years old, and my son already knows that at four. He’s way ahead of me!
