Whoever Said Turnabout Is Fair Play Didn't Have a Three-Year-Old

So if you were a good blog-reader and read my post a couple posts down, you'll recall that I am starting to sound alarmingly like a (*gasp*) Christian mommy these days. The resistance, it is eroding. That post is for another day, though.

However, DramaBoy's increasing familiarity with the Bible and the Judeo-Christian ethos means that he, in his great intelligence and verbal acumen, is starting to apply the same methods to me. For his own purposes, and sometimes for manipulative reasons. I have NO idea where he might have gotten that from. *Ahem.* His application tends to be rather broad, since he still doesn't grasp the fine details of specific situations.

This morning I was talking sternly to The Widget about some misdemeanor or another that I don't recall. DramaBoy was sitting on my lap, and he turned to me and said firmly You're supposed to listen to God.

That's right, I replied.

But you're not listening to God! he insisted.

What do you mean? I asked.

You're yelling at The Widget! he said, a stern and forbidding look creasing his brow.

I held back a chuckle. I'm not really yelling at him, I said. Sometimes when he doesn't listen or obey me, I have to tell him "No." I'm allowed to do that. It's like when we don't listen to or obey God and he has to tell us "No."

He looked disappointed. So much for being able to get out of verbal discipline.

I'm in trouble when he's a teen, aren't I?