Okay - so Saturday night, my son Dillon was in the doghouse. With Mommy. You see, he had pulled the late night "I'm super super hungry" card on the way home from a concert, and so Kristi relented and picked up a happy meal. Turns out he was only interested in the toy, and pulled the ole' "I'm full" routine after one nugget. Kristi promptly gave him the "no toy for you" treatment, until such a time that he had earned the opportunity to obtain it.
Cut to Sunday morning, 11am service at NNHS. My son is now singing a sweet Kids' City Preschool song called "Move Me Closer", a ballad from the POV of a shepherd in a nativity scene who wants to be closer to the baby Jesus. He's belting out every word - hitting every motion to a T. But instead of facing center (the most natural position for a Bramlett), Dillon faces on a diagonal, straight for Kristi. This song is sugary sweet, and Kristi is bawling watching her five year old son sing it, while never taking his eyes off of her. (she's also trying to videotape it too - talk about multitasking...)
So we get into the car after the service, and Kristi again congratulates Dillon on his performance. He pauses for a moment, and then delivers the mighty mighty blow. He says to Kristi: "So mom, did I earn my toy?"
And of course, he did. And she... is toast.
You can't make that stuff up.