I had to take the kids with me to an appointment this afternoon. I explained to them that they had to be very, very quiet while we were in there and that meant that there was to be no talking. (Note: explaining that to a 3 year old, a 2 year old, and a 9 month old is really a silly undertaking in the first place.) While we were in there, they were doing pretty well, but all of a sudden, Zander had something to tell me. He started talking in a loud whisper, so I leaned forward and said, “Zander, I said there is to be no talking. At all.” His brows furrowed and he replied in a very agitated, very loud whisper, “But I was whispering and it was important.” SIGH.
Later, we were driving to church and Zander says to me, “Mom, if you really love me, you will come with my into my class. I love you, and you are very pretty.” Boy, oh boy. He’s not trying to tug at any heart strings, is he?