...and then my eyes just welled up...

My son is fucking deaf. That is my story and I'm sticking to it. Yesterday I was making dinner, and between checking on it and trying to straighten the living room up so it looks a little less lived in, I had to keep stopping to tell Little Man to stop throwing the not-so-soft Leap Pad Alphabet Ball around the T.V. Do you think he stopped? Come on, a prize for whoever guesses right...
Well he didn't.
Not to be materialistic or anything- but that T.V cost me and Daddy a LOT of money. (Well, a lot to us considering we never seem to have any.) It was our Christmas present to ourselves, nice flat screen with the speakers right on the side...I don't want the stupid Leap Frog Ball going through the screen. I took the ball and flung it into my room and dared him to go find it.
He did.
Asshole.
That, he heard.
But he didn't hear me later ask him to get off the floor (he was trying to shove himself under the couch), and then he didn't hear me scream it at him after asking him ten times.
Daddy asks him, he didn't even raise his voice The boy stopped and sat back on the couch.
I wanted to cry. What the FUUUUUUCK??????
I don't understand it. Maybe I should go work for the makers of the dog whistle, because my voice must be "unhearable" to humans.