Today, Ike and I were chatting about food rules in our house after he took a tube of M&Ms from my baking cupboard. I have been saving these limited edition black, gray and white candies for Survivor party foods and I'll never find anything that perfect again. After we chatted, I reminded him that he may not like the rules in this house but he does have to follow them. He sighed, then brightened and commented, "When I have my own house, I'll make my own rules!" I started to assure him that he would be able to do that when he interrupted me with, "Oh, wait. Nevermind. I guess my wife will get to make them and I'll just have to follow hers." I laughed and said, "I'm sure you'll get much more say as a husband than as a kid so I think you're good." He looked at me quizzically and said, "Really? I thought it would be like you and Dad. You make the rules and he just does it. It's okay, though. She'll be my wife so I won't mind."
He was so at peace with his future wife's rules. He's accepted it and moved on and he doesn't even like girls yet! That kid cracks me up :)
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LOL He's onto it! :)
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