The Puddles

Mommy vs. Ben  We battled for about 3 hours last night over green beans.  Green beans!!!  Me telling him that it is ok that you don’t eat your green beans but you still don’t get ice cream and him telling me that he needed more time to eat his green beans.  At 9:25pm, I finally had to tell him that he has had long enough and that he just needed to go to bed.

What lead up to the battle of the beans?  I don’t know.  We started with, “why do I have so many sisters?”

“Because that is what God gave us.”

“God made a mistake.”

“I’m the only boy. I always get in trouble. The girls never get in trouble. I get grounded. They never get grounded. My life is hard.  There aren’t enough boys here.  When are going to have a baby brother for me? . . . ”  And on and on.  Don’t forget to add a whiny voice when you read the conversation.  I told Ben that I couldn’t understand his woes.  Would he like to talk to Daddy?  Yes. He did.

At least I had a good night’s sleep the night before.  I had enough patience to not raise my voice and yell.  Most of the time I wanted to just giggle.  If this entire scenerio had happened yesterday, it would not have been so pretty.  I had reached my limit of patience early that day.  My poor boy.  Maybe Daddy will relent to Ben’s wishes and let us have another little baby in the house (Madie told the dinner table last night that we haven’t had a baby in the house for awhile and a baby would make everyone happy. she is obviously having memory lapses.).  Or maybe I can convince Ben to be happy borrowing Gordon for the weekend.  Let’s hope it is the later.