Mother's Day 2013

Who wears the pants in our family?  Let's find out...

Sitting at the kitchen table this morning, my 4-year-old's video game and my word search finished simultaneously.  As I watched him put the cartridge back in the case, I was reminded to resume an earlier conversation.

"Logan," I said.  "Remember the cartridge that you lost in our bed last night?  I found it and it's sitting on our dresser."

There was a mid-sized discussion over the confusion I had apparently caused by referring to the game card as a cartridge.  It took nearly every ounce of strength and concentration I possessed not to leap up and shake the entire bag of game cartridges in his little face.  Once that was settled, I picked up where we had left off.

"Next time you lose track of something like that (notice how I completely side-stepped making any mention of the video game components) you should tell us right away so we can help you find it," I reminded him.

He nodded.

"Why didn't you ask for help last night?" I asked.

"I didn't want to interrupt Mom and bother her while she was watching her television shows," he said, with concern.

Well, kid, I don't blame you for that.

"Sweetheart, you can always bother us," I said.  "Any time," I added.

He looked up from what he was doing and stared directly at me.

"Is Mom okay with that?"

- 12 May 2013