Saturday morning, my husband and I were getting ready to run a few errands and I told the boys to find their shoes and coats.
As usual, my 13-year-old son started to protest, “Awe Mom, can’t we please stay here while you and dad go?”
The other two boys quickly followed suit with a chorus of “Pleeeeease??”
I’m not sure why we go through this each time. I suppose maybe they think that this will be their lucky day.
“Listen,” I said. “If you and your brothers want to stay home alone for an hour, you can’t be getting into such trouble during the other twenty-three hours.”
“But, Mom…” he said. “We only get in trouble when somebody is here.”
I tilted my head and raised my left eyebrow.
His 11-year-old brother started to laugh, and then threw a pillow at his head. “Uh, Dude, that was dumb. That was so totally not a good thing to say…”
It didn’t turn out to be their lucky day.