I've always been confident that peoples' kids turn out to be smarter than them eventually. I remember being able to run little ruses on my parents at age 5, so I figured it would take at least that long for Luke to surpass me.
Turns out I was a couple years short.
Yesterday, just to be a dick, Luke locked Jessica and I out of the house. Despite our protests, he calmly flopped on the couch and started watching Space Jam. No matter what sort of threats we yelled at him he was unmoved, wise enough to know there was nothing we could do to him because there was a bolted glass door separating him from any punishment.
Luckily the garage door was still open, so I was able to breach Luke's defense's that way, throw his ass in time out and give him a stern lecture about the consequences of his actions. No TV, no playing in the sand box, no good snacks for the rest of the day.
"Aww, man!" Luke whined.
Oddly, I wasn't as mad at him as I was proud.