So Coop's eating dinner last night and he starts rubbing his ketchup all over his sippy cup making a huge ole mess. I get a little perturbed and give him a stern talking to about not making messes and telling me when he's all done, blah, blah, blah. Right in the middle of my tirade on messes, he has the nerve to ask if he can watch a movie. That catapults me into another talk about how when we don't listen to Mommy then we don't get to do the fun things. Instead of going into a full on fit, he lightly takes my chin in the palm of his hand, looks me straight in the eyes and says, "Mommy, look at me. Look at me. (pause, head tilt) I'll make good choices. I'll be a good boy."
He got to watch a movie.
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