I Think They Call it "Street Smarts"

The other night, while tucking in Lilly, I lectured her on some less-than-stellar choices she had made at bedtime.

I told her the consequences for her stubborn actions, which did not thrill her.

She thought for a moment, batted her eyelashes, then offered:

"Mama, don't you want to use this opportunity to show me mercy?"

Heavens.

And she continued, "Mama, tomorrow morning I want to show you love and serve you by helping you make breakfast and putting away the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. You shouldn't have to do that by yourself."

I fear for the naive and genuine-in-spirit who cross her path.

Two words: BE. WARE.