Kylen has a future as a psychologist, or perhaps a best-selling self-help guru. He's deeply concerned with how you feel. His favorite question is, "are you happy?" Sometimes preceded by the self-declaration, "I'm happy!"
It only emerges when there's strife of some kind in the house, which is to say, of course, always. Sometimes he's the canary in the coal mine, giving the first indication that things are going off the rails, long before I even detect it. He must hear the edge in my voice and follows immediately with, "are you happy daddy?"
If I'm not happy, and say so, he just hits his repeat button and babbles "I'm happy" over and over. This usually (usually) is enough to get me to take a deep breath.
It's fair to say I'm not happy quite a bit, judging by how often this question used to come up. But I sense, too, that his concern may be waning. He's sliding easily into his next obsession. "Why?"
If he can combine the two, he's got a career.
