So, we moved Elder to Mizzou last week, but I’m not ready to talk about that yet. So, here is a story from 2000 when Elder would have been four years old and Younger one…
Sunday, after church, my husband and I and the boys drove to town in search of nourishment. On the drive, Elder announced, “I want to eat at King Burger.”
Not being a fan of fast food hamburgers, I responded, “No, Elder, I think we’re going to do pizza today.”
“But I like King Burger. They have ketchup…and hamburgers…and mustard.” At this point, his voice trailed off a little and I missed a good portion of restaurant’s praises due to the sportscast on the radio and the wailing from Younger. Within a few minutes, though, Elder had raised his voice again. “They have pickles, too, but you can open your hamburger and pick those off. Okay, Mommy?”
Big blue eyes shining, Elder changed the focus of his attention to my husband. “Daddy, do you want to go to King Burger? Me and Mommy do.”
So, for all those future parents, never, ever concede even one point to your four-year-old or he will assume he has won the whole argument. Remain absolutely silent, if you must, but avoid at all costs agreeing to taking pickles off a hamburger or you might find yourself eating at a restaurant not of your choosing.