My son Boden is quite a character. He is now showing signs of potentially being a force to reckon with in his teenage years. He is perceptive, charismatic, and has a quick sense of humor.
Last night we got home from dinner and I was carrying him back to his bedroom to get his pj’s on and he seemed very tired. This is our conversation:
ME: Boden are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?
BODEN: I’m tired. I want to go to Mommy’s bed.
ME: WHAT?! Mommy’s bed?
BODEN: That’s the deal. (Pointing his finger for effect.)
ME: That’s the deal? I don’t deal with two-year-olds. I make the deals.
BODEN: I get to go to Mommy’s bed and I get one show. That’s the deal. One show in Mommy’s bed.
ME: Who taught you how to deal?
There is good and bad to this. The good is that in his adult life he will be a good business man. The bad is he is going to be hell on wheels and I’m going to go prematurely gray.
My grandfather used to tell me that 95% of the world is bullshit and 5% is knowing how to spread it. If your spreader is broke, then your in trouble. Boden seems to be exercising his spreader just fine.