Today I was talking to Pranav in the car, trying to teach him a new word. (Which I forgot, but let's just say it was "pigheaded") "Say pigheaded, Pranav!"
Silence from the backseat.
"Can you say pigheaded?", I said.
"Yes", he said. I waited for him to say it.
More silence from the back seat.
"Will you say it?"
"No!" (mischief in his voice)
Oh, so he could say it, if he's in the mood for it or wants to do me a favor, but he doesn't feel like it right now, so he won't.
Bringing up children is like having to make that proverbial horse drink water all day, every day.