Monday, September 17, 2007

Pullin' out the big guns

One morning last week, we were having a playdate at our house. I had told the boys a couple of times to clean up the living and play rooms of all their toys (picking up toys is an afternoon chore and I was asking them to do it in the morning). There was much whining and groaning about it--and the kids weren't happy, either. Just kidding. Kind of. Finally, Stephen actually started to clean up, but was grumbling. I told him he should be doing it with a happy heart because we were having guests. Then I said, "What if Jesus were comig over? Wouldn't you want the house to be clean and wouldn't you be happy about doing it?" He thought about it and said yes. So told him to clean like Jesus was coming.

A few minutes later from the playroom I hear, "ZACHARY!! Help me CLEAN!! Jesus is comin'!"

3 comments:

Shabby Mama said...

that is hilarious!

Drew told me this weekend "Mommy you the princess and i am Jesus!" and then he stood up and raised his hands and said "the King!" he is a little charismatic huh?! ;;)

yall have a happy week.

Adventures In Babywearing said...

Oh, that is the sweetest!

Steph

LaughterThoughts said...

I tried this approach yesterday afternoon. #s3 & 4 got real quiet and wide-eyed. They thought about it for a few seconds and let the "what if" question soak in.

B#4, quite excited: "Jesus is coming over?!"
B#3: "Nah. It's not Jesus coming; it's daddy. That's why Moma wants us to clean up the toys."