Not his control. Daddy's slowing mouse down. Yesterday, we bickered a little, nothing major, there's been no failure of expectations. He just wants mouse to slow down. While mouse writes the blog in the third person, and used to speak that way all the time, another thing mouse kind of decided wasn't that important and well...let it slide.
Speaking in the third person isn't hard. And no, it's not like mouse goes around saying things like...
"Mouse thinks you're..."
"That's not fair, mouse doesn't want a spanking!"
It's far more subtle than that. It requires a bit of thought on how to word something properly. It's like speaking a language you're not entirely fluent in, you spend most of your time thinking about how to word something than actually speaking, and In our case that's really a good thing.
Ever hear the term diarrhea of the mouth?
There's a strong tendency to ramble. He despises it. He's reeling in the control, fine tuning it and adjusting where and when needed.
We bicker, that won't change, in a way, we're both hard-wired to be difficult, each in our way. We stubbornly butt heads. Not over expectations, or even his obey rule. Over other things, like the things people refrain from speaking about. Religion, politics, beliefs and other things like how to vacuum or how to scrub the toilet. It's not as though mouse doesn't know how....the floor gets clean, despite it, the toilet is clean too. Our styles are different. Sure he could issue a proclamation to force mouse to do it his way. Like he controls the way she speaks, the clothes she wears, or the way she walks and mouse doesn't know why he doesn't, except those things are sort of superficial.
Maybe, and it's quite possible, he just enjoys a good challenge.