I’ve been drafting a few more serious pieces, and even though you don’t need a Star Trek sorbet, I do, courtesy of Seven of Nine.
A couple of these are consistent battles in our home with our almost-8-year-old, and one could be applied to both kids and grown-ups. You decide.
In any case, last night, I watched Frontline’s “Children of Syria” , and I encourage everyone, especially Americans, to do the same. This morning, I watched said 8-year-old refuse to eat his toast because it was “broken,” which elicited this comment from me: “You are whining about broken toast, and there are children in Syria digging through rubble for toys.”
I know, right? Awesome parenting. I love it when I do those things I said I would never do. I heard it coming, and I had a split second to stop it leaving my mouth, and then I chose to let it fly.
You know what, though? He picked up the toast and ate it immediately without another word.