. . . For Me, Not For Thee

Last night, while Timothy and Stephen (10 & 8, respectively) were at Karate, I was home with Jonah and Sam (7 & 4, ditto).

Seven o'clock came, and I began ushering them upstairs to put on their pajamas. As we climbed the stairs, the two little boys noticed a Capri Sun (unopened!) sitting on the stairs.

Sam turned to me and said "Look! A juice box. Can I have it?"

Simultaneously, Jonah and I said, "No."

I looked at Jonah, surprised, and figured that he must be remembering the No Juice Before Bed rule. I had no such luck, because Jonah turned to me and asked, "Can I have it?"

I said no.