It’s a Matter of Choice

After dinner today (that’s what we Southerners call lunch), my 5 year old son asked me if he could have a popsicle. As I was walking to the freezer, he was already calling out his color choice, “RED!”…which enticed my 2-1/2 year old daughter to come out of nowhere and do the same. After seeing that all we had left was purple, it was then a matter of principle that he as the oldest would be afforded some sort of choice. So he said, “I want the LEFT one.”

Oookay, son. (Those control issues begin earlier in life than I’d remembered…)

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