He was having a melt down about getting dog poop on his snowboarding boots. I helped him clean them up and calmly asked him to please open his eyes and look at me. He opened his eyes, but looked past me at the trees. I took him by the hand to go inside and cook dinner together. He slapped my hand away and whispered, "why does she make me hold hands. I don't ever want to hold hands."
Well if I hadn't picked up on the looking through me part, I got that message loud and clear.