“Just a long day. Can you take out the trash? It’s overflowing.”
I glanced at the bin. “Didn’t we agree Evan would handle trash duty this week? Part of that responsibility talk we had?”
Julia’s shoulders tensed. “Just do it, Dave. I’ve been asking him all day.”
“He needs to learn—”
“For God’s sake!” She slammed the wooden spoon down. “Why does everything have to be a teaching moment? Just take out the damn trash!”
Evan appeared in the doorway, his controller forgotten. “Mom? Dad? What’s going on?”
“Your father thinks I should be the household trash enforcer on top of everything else I do around here.”
I held up my hands. “That’s not what I said. We agreed as a family—”
“Oh, now you care about family agreements? That’s rich coming from you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
