Is there an echo in this house?

The Family Circus cartoon used to feature an additional character called Not Me.

Not Me was a regular guest in their family. He was frequently seen near accidents or broken dishes or toys left unkempt.

(Does that date me terribly to reference The Family Circus?  It probably does.)

Anyway.

We are occasionally joined by the little Not Me at our house, but our primary guest goes by a different name, maybe he’s Not Me’s cousin.   We know him by the name Me Too.

I think forty seven twelve times a day when I say the word “yes” to nearly any question I’m asked I hear a chorus of Me Too’s.

Can I get a coloring page? (Raise your hand if this request makes you slightly crazy in the head.)

Me too?

May I have a snack?

Me too?

May I have screen time?

Me too?

May I eat the entire apple core?

Me Too?

Wait. What?

Some kid will finally notice. I don’t want to eat an entire apple core.