We were driving home from a primary activity where Ethan had handily eaten way more cookies than he needed to when he piped up with, "Can I have a cookie when I get home?" I answer "no" He proceeds to whine. I answer, "Ethan, don't whine at me" And the great skilled debater begins:
"Mom, just think if you were the short one and I was the tall one and I said you couldn't have a cookie. THEN how would you feel?"
So I answer, "Ethan just think of when you are the Dad and your kid wants to only eat cookies and you know that many cookies is not good for the tummy and it won't make them healthy. THEN how would you feel?"
"I would feel FINE!" he declares with all the finality and obvious great debating skills he can muster.
I retire to another place so I can laugh in private.
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I love how it all comes down to size for him--whoever is shorter gets...well...the short end of the stick. I hope he grows to be very tall!
I heart Ethan. He has a point, Kathryn. He would feel fine about it.
I hope Ethan grows into a tall debater :)
Carolyn is always telling how she'll always let her kids stay up late, eat a whole piece of gum, drink soda a lot, have treats whenever they want, etc. etc. These littles have it so hard...
That's my Ethan!
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