“Henry! What did just I say? Please listen to me.” (For the fifth time…)
“I know, I know, mom. I’ll listen. I know I’m supposed to obey.”
“Thank you. (This is going way better than I thought – he just mentioned obedience!) And why are you supposed to obey?”
“Because God wants me to.”
pause for a smug mommy moment.
“And because God wants me to eat a fudgesicle for dessert tonight.”