At Walmart last week, I committed the misstep of letting the kids go to the Lego aisle while I was shopping elsewhere in the store. When I went to get them, Eric had a Lego set in his hand and a puppydog expression on his face.
"I'm not buying Legos today, Eric," I told him.
"You always say that! You never buy me Legos," he sulked as we left the toy section.
"I bought you a Lego set last week," I countered, "and when I did, you said you wouldn't ask for anything again until Christmas. Remember that?"
Cheerfully and matter-of-factly, he replied, "Sometimes I make promises I can't keep."
Saturday, July 30, 2016
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