At our house, we have one simple rule. . .Obey Mommy and Daddy. That is it. That is the one rule. Just Obey. . .the. first. time. So far, it is working, and this rule has been in place for quite some time. Adam and I try to use few words when explanation is needed and if Bryson doesn't obey immediately the first time. . .there is a consequence. . .every. time. God calls us to Obey our Mother and Father as we obey our Father in Heaven. I have been pleased with our outcome. Bryson is quick to obey. . .some of the time. . . and other times he gets his consequence.
Today, the tables were turned. Bryson and I are having a lazy day at home after what seems days and days on the go. Fine by me. He slept until almost 9. Blessed rest. AMEN! We have been busy in his room playing choo choos, cars, trucks, cars and trucks, when I felt I needed a break from pushing cars ("tars") through the "tar-wash." I told Bryson I would be right back and came to the computer to check my email. Bryson promptly came in with his tow truck looked me straight in the eye and said. "Mommy, Come to my room, OBEY!" I busted out laughing, how could I not? Then quickly explained that mommy doesn't obey Bryson. I'm not sure how seriously he took that quick speech because I was giggling the entire time. Seems I've got some 'splanin' to do!