"I certainly hope we've all learned a lesson here."
Well. Connor has decided to be like Jesus and teach in parables. Or something like that.
As most people know, Connor has "screen day" once per week, and on screen day he can watch tv, videos, or play video games. (I say "most people know this" because Connor slides it into conversation with anyone that he meets-- "Hi, I'm Connor! Did you know that today is NOT video game day?" Or, "Hi! I'm so glad to see you! Happy Screen Day!") When Connor does not do good listening at any time in a given week, if it's really serious, we will take away his video game privileges for the following Screen Day. From the screams, most passersby would insist that "take away his video game privileges" is secret mean-parent code for "pull out his toenails and make him eat them", but I digress. Needless to say, maintaining privileges and the unfairness of losing them is always at the forefront of Connor's mind.
So, just thirty minutes ago (we both rushed right up here to the computer after putting him to bed so we could remember every single word he said for posterity), Connor told this latest story:
"Once upon a time, I was a little king, and my name was still Connor. I went out to my king trampoline and jumped. I started jumping higher and higher until I jumped as high as Jesus in Heaven! I started flying around in the sky with the birds! I kept flying around. I flew really far. Then all of a sudden I couldn't see my Daddy in the yard anymore. I flew into DARKNESS. I never saw my Daddy again. It was a nightmare, and I never saw my Daddy again. And that, Mommy and Daddy, is a sad ending. I think you guys need to think about that. If you want happy ending stories from me, you need to not take away my video game privileges. I hope you are going to think about that."
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