Battle of wills

Werner and I always feared that any child we produced would be stubborn. Said child would come by it honestly, red hair or no.

And we did.

While walking with Jakob today, I put his sunglasses on him. (And mine on me, too.) He took them off. I put them on. He took them off. I put them on. He grunted very loudly. And took them off. I put them on....

And so on.