Precocious. A short story about bad communication and father/son relationships".

"Exactly what kind of stupid shit have I gotten myself into this time?" I asked my father. "Don't worry, it only gets worse ... er ... better I mean," he replied. "Growing up I invariably figured the two of you knew inherently how to raise us, now I question my ability to survive even my pregnant wife's wrath, much less an incessantly crying baby." "Funny you feel that way. Your mother and I raised you despite our …

…that. I can only assume that's why you told me to shut the hell up so often," I replied. "I also said distinctly, over and over, to do as I say, not as I do." In retrospect, these words ring true often to me. I can't possibly expect to be father of the year anytime soon. I can however learn from my mistakes and hopefully my son in turn will heed his grandfather's sage-like advice.