Lesson for the Day

Brennan has really been complaining a lot lately. About everything. What we have for dinner, what we are not having for dinner, not watching a movie, the rain outside, doing chores, blah, blah, blah.

So tonight at dinner, as he complained for the umpteenth time, I finally said "You know, the Israelites were going straight to the promised land until they started complaining so much."

"What did they complain about?" Brennan wondered.

"Oh, the same things as you, what they had to eat, it was too hot, stuff like that."

I had merely meant to be a little smart, but amazingly Brennan seemed to take it to heart. He took a bite and then said "I like my dinner Mom."

Glad to hear that, dear little guy!