My son, the Obnoxious One believes that he who speaks the loudest is the winner. He insists that he’s won a number of debates this way, even when his point was wrong.
So the other morning a bellow roared through the house.
“Who left the bathroom in such a mess? There’s water everywhere. There’s wet towels on the floor.!!! ” He then proceeded to yell at his sister who was responsible for the so called disaster.
I went to investigate and told the Obnoxious One, “You know darling, I don’t think the neighbours four doors down heard you. Maybe you should try again.”
To which I received a glare and a slammed door.