“Not yet,” he says with his eyes glued to the TV.
I walk in front of it, crossing my arms. “Okay, can you please go do it now? Everyone will be here soon.”
Owen leans to one side, then the other as he tries to see behind me. “I will.”
“No, now please.”
Finally, he looks at me and huffs. “You aren’t my dad. I don’t have to listen to you.”
My brows shoot up in shock. He’s never talked to me this way before, and I’m not really prepared for how to respond.
“I didn’t say I was, but your mother asked you to change, and since you haven’t, now I’m telling you. So you either do what you’re told or you lose TV privileges all weekend.”
“You can’t do that.” He scowls.
“I sure can.” I stand my ground, keeping eye contact with him. Owen and I have a great relationship, but there have been so man
