Burnout...

Sorry. We've been on blog-burnout.

That last post was killer.

Here's a nugget from a couple days ago. We were sitting down to eat dinner. Winston was giving us grief about eating something or other, which is a regular occurrence. Tired of the routine, we threatened him with something like 'No Lego Star Wars for a week.'

His reply was simple, "Jesus knows you're lying."

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OK, OK, one more from yesterday. This is the poor-parenting-with-positive-results-tip-o-the-day:

Winston wouldn't eat his corn. He ate everything else well, but didn't want to finish his corn. So Dad took it upon himself to coax him.

The conversation went something like this:

Dad, in his best show of anticipation: "If you eat all your corn, guess what will happen?"

Winston, expecting a surprise: "What?"

Dad, barely containing his excitement: "Tomorrow, when you go poop, all your corn will be in your poop!"

Winston, genuinely excited: "So I'll eat it in here (points to mouth) and then tomorrow it will go all the way through my body and to my bum?"

Dad: "Yup."

Winston: Consumes every last piece of corn in site, whether on his plate, the table, or anywhere.

Dad: Look of total triumph.

Mom, with a shake of her head: "Great. I can't wait for that to come up in Primary."