Shane did not like what I made him for dinner tonight, so he chose not to eat. At bedtime (9 pm) he decided he was hungry. He asked what he could have and I told him to go eat his dinner that was waiting for him at the table. He got so frustrated and told me "I am not going to eat that!" I told him he could have his dinner, a piece of cheese, or nothing. He came back to me with the cheese, a hot dog, and the box of deli meat. I told him he could have the cheese, but needed to put the other things back. He told me, "You are not the boss of me, God is." I told him that God gave me the job of making sure that he eats healthy. He said, "Hot dogs are meat; they are healthy."
Oh, we are in for it when he gets older. He has such sound agruments and it is so hard to keep a straight face and to not give in. Even though he keeps me on my toes, I am thankful that he already realizes that God is the Boss of him. Hopefully, he will never fight that absolute truth.
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