My Son the Shyster

How can you not love him and (inwardly) laugh? In our house it is a debate between the two boys at bedtime as to whether or not their ceiling fan will be turned on. Up until recently they both always wanted to have it on. Now it's been determined that Parker wants to have it off and Quinn wants to have it on. So, now they have to take turns. Last night it was Quinn's turn to have it on, so tonight it was Parker's turn for it to be off and Q KNOWS this. Did I mention that I really should be considered for a position as some sort of negotiator for the police? I'd have a winning record, let me tell you. Anyway.

Q- We'll turn the fan on at the end (of prayers, songs, etc.)

Me- No, it's Parker's turn for it to be off. You got to have it on last night.

Q- But we'll turn it on in just a little bit.

Me- No, Quinn, we won't. You heard what I said. If it's going to be an arguement and you don't follow directions then Parker will have two nights with it off. If you DO follow directions it will be your turn again tomorrow night. So, you can choose what you want to do.

Q- If I follow directions tomorrow it's my turn?

Me- Yes. But if you don't it's Parker's turn two nights in a row.

Q- I'm tired.

Ok, then.

I don't think he's gotten the memo that I grew up living with Johna and Dad. Nice try bullshitting the bullshitter Quinn, nice try! :)