[ WP ] Please tell me about one of your fonder memories .

Our adopted son was was a big fan of leaping up and down the half staircase into the basement, and his room when he first arrived. He was also a big fan of screaming at us when he did. Usually after some battle to get him to finish his vegetables, or homework or some other standard mundane task. 
 
 One night, about half a year after moving in and an exhaustive effort helping him with his homework - which included doing math problems outside in large chalk numbers on the driveway, he ran down the stairs screaming at me. Upset that I was holding him accountable for finishing. 
 
 “ I Hate you Dad! ” his screamed, the door slamming behind him shoving the framing another millimeter out of whack. Slamming doors was another of his favorite pass-time we had discovered. 
 
 I came back up the stairs where I had followed him part way, beaming and whispered to my partner who was standing at the top of them. 
 
 “ He called me Dad! ” 
 
 I will, in case you're wondering, wait until my son has his own kids before relating this story to him. And that I will truly enjoy watching. 

