I was directing traffic after dinner tonight: I was sending two kids off for baths and a third kid off for piano practice and a fourth kid off to wash dishes and rolling my eyes inwardly about the fifth kid, who thinks that having to pray vespers with the family is surely a Geneva Convention violation. I said to Elwood, "When do we get to the point where they say, 'Thanks, Mom, for helping me cultivate habits like good personal hygiene and consistent prayer and cleaning up messes promptly and general diligence?'"
Elwood said, "Probably at your funeral."
The sad part is, he wasn't joking.
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