Battle of the Wills
My son bet me this morning that he could stay away from his Legos longer than I could stay away from my computer. He gave me a 5-minute reprieve to write this.
He even set the timer.
So far it has been three hours. He is determined to make it to bedtime.
Update: I initiated a truce at 3pm. He looked so bereft. Plus I missed all the people who live in my computer (and my phone, which he cleverly also banned me from).
On the plus side, I read half a Nora Roberts book and we did a ton of school.
When he agreed we could each be satisfied with our efforts and call a halt to the contest if I would still make Baked Ziti for dinner, Little burst into tears, grabbed him in a neck strangling hug and sobbed, “I missed you so much, Big-Big!”