Growing up, if you lived in a religious family, or a church-going family (yes, they can be mutually exclusive), or a God-fearing family, you were told never to take the Lord’s name in vain.
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, God-dammit.”
Over the past few months, Ryan and Sawyer have taken Mommy and Daddy’s name in vain. When Jen or I tell the boys no, their response is inevitably “Mama said I (we) could”.
“Can I have a popsicle Daddy?”
“No, it’s too sweet to eat right before bed.”
“Mama said we could.”
“Oh really, well if Mama said, ok.”
Jen comes around the corner moments after I open the popsicles. “What’s going on here?”
“The boys said you gave them permission to eat popsicles.”
“No I didn’t. You fell for their trick again?!”
I fell for this ruse a few times, and then was subjected to a lesson in parenting from Jen. We agreed to confer with each other and try to discuss what we talked about with the boys. Now when I hear this, I just tell the boys “She did? I will have to check with her.”
I love the battle of wits, even though I often lose.
Books I’m reading right now.
- Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis by JD Vance
- Swords and Plowshares by Ron Paul
- The Express: The Ernie Davis Story by Robert Gallagher
Thank you for reading, have a great day.