I'm thinking this is some father-son thing or some 'I'm six now and will show my independence regardless of the consequences' thing, but my son will just be contrary at random. It's more pronounced when he's tired. The Boy doesn't get tired; he gets pissy and then passes out. Yes, this is the same little angel from yesterday, but we all know the score. Most days it's sweetness and light and then you get those days.
A scene from just a few days ago:
Me: "Jacob, did you see that?"
Jacob: "Don't call me Jacob."
Me: "But that's your name. I can get your ID if you would like...Jacob." (Yeah, I know the added Jacob there was just to get under his skin, but if he gets to razz me, I get to razz back.)
Jacob: "Stop calling me Jacob."
Me: "Okay, I'm going to call you Matilda then."
Matilda: "Stop it."
Me: "Okay, Matilda."
Matilda: "Don't call me that."
Me: "Hmmm...we'll need a form of address though in case of emergency." At this point his eyes narrowed. He's smart and is well-versed in my satiric ways. "I'm going with wiener then. If I need your attention I'll just yell out, 'Hey, wiener,' and you can respond."
Weiner: "Mawm! Dad's picking on me!"
Another random scene:
Me: "Hey, buddy. You tire is looking a little low on your bike. I'll get the pump and you can fix that with me.
Jacob (at least for now): "Stop picking on me."
Me: "Only trying to help."
Jacob: "Stop picking on me."
Me: *practiced silence*
So The Boy rides off, takes a corner too quick, and flops over. He gets up and seems to be in one piece.
Me: "Are you okay, buddy?"
Wiener: "Stop picking on me."
He gets back on his bike a wobbles by due to a wonky tire.
Matilda: "My bike feels funny."
Me: "That may be because you need a little air in your tire."
Uber-wiener: "Mawm! Daddy's bein' mean."
Fortunately, The Wife has seen this stuff happen and no longer feels the need to ask what's going on. If I roll my eyes she knows that he's in 'wiener mode.' She is much better at dealing with wiener mode than I am. I tend to play it as a scene from an Abbott and Costello movie. It's going to go south anyway, so I may as well enjoy myself. She, however, does special mom things that are startlingly similar to my initial dad things to pull him out of the perilous spiral of total wienerfication.
I don't know if any of you see this stuff, but I'm guessing he'll grow out of it eventually. At least it gives me material.