Tonight I put Jack to bed. Because he took a nap he got to stay up a bit later than Ryan did. Jack snacked on some pretzels and had a miniature Milky Way candy bar during his bonus time. I went off to his room with him and tucked him in. He started to complaining that he was "sooo hungry." I reminded him about how much stuff he had just eaten. He insisted that he was hungry. I told him no each time and then finally said that he had complained enough and that he could wait until breakfast. Ryan was already asleep and I didn't want Jack to keep talking and thereby waking him up.
After a few seconds, Jack said something close to the following:
"Jesus wouldn't like that"
I didn't quite get where he was going, so I asked him what he meant.
"If Jesus were alive here he wouldn't like you saying that."
"Saying what?"
"If Jesus were alive he wouldn't like you saying 'no' when I said I was hungry and saying I had to wait until breakfast."
"Ooohh."
He paused and then rolled toward me as I was beside him and his bed as he said, "but that's OK Daddy. I still love you."
"I love you too, Jack."
Geesh. Good thing I have Jack on my side.
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oh man. that's tough. we just put r to bed last night without any dinner - because she wouldn't eat any of the stuff i made - her choice. we gave her ample time. i'm sure glad she didn't say anything like that. we felt bad enough as it was.
Wow, you guys are hardcore!
Jack had eaten plenty. He just wanted an excuse to stay up more. He likens the scriptures to himself more than I would have thought a 3 year old would do.
i.e. It is ok to hit people sometimes because it was OK to hit the Lamanites...so it was OK to hit Ryan.
Oh man...that Jackers...he's a quick one. It's fun to hear his stories
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