A few days ago, B & G were arguing in the back of the car about which movie they were going to watch for Friday Night Movie night. Every suggestion he made, she shot down. Every suggestion she made, he shot down.
Suddenly, B shouts, "G. Let's compromise!"
She gets quiet. He continues.
"Let's watch what I want."
She likes the compromise idea. "OK."
At first, I thought he was being very clever. Well, I then remembered a new favorite book in this house.
Fancy Nancy Splediferous Christmas.
"But my dad says we must comprise. That means we end up with the tree my mom wants."
Since this is one of my favorite lessons in the book, I have mentioned it a time or two (or twenty, but who is counting?). I guess he really is paying attention.
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