It's tiring.
Sunday afternoon, Lucas decided to test us once again to see if our stance on the matter had changed or not. He likes to make dust devils or dust hurricanes which is totally fine in certain areas away from the climbers. He had a new plan in his brain (the "passion" angle) so he sat down in the dirtiest spot possible near everyone's climbing gear and started to kick up the dust.
Instantly, I asked him to move his operation to his "dust area."
This is what I heard after that...
Lucas: "Mom, dust is my passion. It's what I love. You don' think I can have a passion?! You don't think I love dust?! Fine! So I can never have a passion?!!!"
Mommy: "Lucas, you may play with dust where it does not hurt people or their stuff."
Lucas: "Oh great! So now my passion hurts people?! I can never have a passion!!"
Mommy: "Lucas, I am happy that you have a passion. However, I will not argue with you about this. You can be mad at me all you want but you will not be allowed to hurt others with your dust passion."
I have to admit, it was a nice angle to try and I could tell he had thought it through for the most part. Luckily for all of us, the boys favorite girls arrived to save the day and provide a little passion distraction!
Karissa getting Axel with a little tickle monster.
2 comments:
I followed a link from Erin Cobb to this post, and oh man it gave me the giggles. That passion story was the best. Sometimes I feel like my boys are using The Force on me, they are so crafty. Thanks for the laugh tonight as I'm on my way to bed :)
I too followed Erin's link - love the creativity of your sons!
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