Confession is hard. Especially when you’re five. But, this time, I made it easy when I found old, dried grapes in our hallway coat closet. Yes. Grapes.
Me: Who put grapes in the closet?
John Henry: It wasn’t me!
Me: Anna?
Anna: It wasn’t me!
Me: Anna, just tell me now. Did you put grapes in the closet?
Anna: Hmmm. Are you gonna be mad?
Me: No.
Anna: Am I gonna be in trouble?
Me: (Smiling) No.
Anna: Okayyy. It was me.
I didn’t even want to know why.
Sometimes, our kids just need a break. They need, well, the unmerited favor of their mom and dad, too.
So, she got it.
Do you need to show a little more mercy sometimes?
