Saturday, February 16, 2008

unruly

Here’s a family rule that has been around for forever: if you’re playing at a friend’s house, you have to come home by 6:00 pm for dinner. Simple. Set in stone. Not up for debate.

So tonight, 6:00 comes and goes and Ethan and McKay are still at the neighbor’s house. It’s 6:22 before they finally pop open the back door and charge into the kitchen.

“I’m glad you’re home boys,” I tell them. “And for every minute you were late, you get to work on an extra chore after dinner.” (I’m quite pleased with this brilliant new policy since I happen to have a pile of socks in the laundry room in dire need of approximately 44 minutes worth of sorting).

“That’s not fair,” says McKay. “You didn’t warn us!”

“Hasn’t there always been a rule that you need to be home by 6:00?” I ask him.

“Yeah, but there has never been a rule that you were actually going to enforce all the rules.”

He makes me laugh and he sorts my socks. What a great kid.

8 comments:

The Lazy Organizer said...

Sorting socks? Isn't that a little harsh? We have a rule at our house that you're not allowed to annoy the Mother. I enforce that one all the time. Hey, you were warned!

Dedee said...

That hilarious! I love kids!

Dedee said...

I meant, that's hilarious. My keyboard doesn't work so well. Oops.

Jenna Consolo said...

You go, Mom! They're lucky they even got to eat at all! :) I would make my kids sing while sorting, too.

Lawanda said...

ROFL!!

Rachel said...

Sassy sock sorters are the best!

Luisa Perkins said...

Ahh, smart kids. They get you coming and going.

My Ice Cream Diary said...

Kids logic holds a special place in my heart =)