Blogger's Note: Every now and again, things work out exactly as planned. What's funny is that the two oldest kids are at the age now where they recognize exactly what just happened. Gabe got such a kick out of this exchange that he suggested I post it on the blog.
As we were finishing lunch yesterday, Jodi announced that after the meal, all of the kids were going to help clean up the kitchen and the family room downstairs. Trevor swallowed hard and whined, "Mom?" — a long, plaintive note.
"Trevor," I said, "no complaining about having to work after lunch. Everyone helps. I don't want to hear it."
His little mouth bent into a sad pout and his eyes glassed. "I wasn't gonna," he choked.
"Oh. OK then," I said cheerfully. "What did you want to say?"
Trevor wiped his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Um ... uhhh ..."
"Never mind?" I ventured.
"Never mind," he said.
Labels: family, fatherhood, kids, Trev