Armed With a Tissue

I’m upstairs and my wife and son are downstairs.

Wife: Jed…can you come down and get a bug?
Me: Yeah…be down in a minute.
Son: I can do it.
Me: Yeah…he can do it.
Wife: Oh…ok.
Son (to my wife): You don’t respect me.

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And now a haiku:

Brave ones get respect
Bug killers and vanquishers
Armed with a tissue