(Trying to guilt Ethan into going to bed by pretending I’m sick. Angry dad failed. Responsible dad failed. Crying dad failed. Maybe sick dad will work. Will playing the sympathy card work on him?)
(Feigns illness. Stumbling. Can barely walk.) Oh… ooooh.
Daddy are you ok? I’m sorry. Is it my fault?
.(weakly)…Sigh…just …ughh….go to bed….Maybe ….I won’t be…. as sick…. if you go to bed.
I’m sorry Daddy. It’s my fault. I didn’t mean to.
Are you ok?
Yeah. if you go to bed. Maybe I’ll be ok.
(Pointing at my nose.) But what is wrong with your nose? Are you getting old? What is that hair in your nose?
Just go to bed.
Will I get that in my nose? (Runs to the bathroom to look in the mirror.)
Ethan go to bed!
You getting old dad? Will I get hair in my nose when I get old too?