Last Wednesday evening I was cooking chicken soup and thinking about how close I was to the end of a very full day. I was looking forward to settling into bed with a good book and a glass of something refreshing.
Tom had left for Lusaka the day before and would be away for a couple nights.
As I chopped and stirred in the kitchen, Peter stopped by for a chat. The following conversation took place:
Peter: Mom, do you ever sleep alone?
Me: Sometimes.
Peter: Does it make you sad to sleep alone?
Me: *knowing full where where he is going with this* Why do you ask?
Peter: Well, I just thought since Dad is gone, I could sleep with you.
I was glad I had my back to him as I stirred the pot of soup because I was cracking up.
Peter has been asking to sleep with me for a few weeks now, but I always tell him no because "Mommy and Daddy need their privacy". And after I explained the meaning of privacy Peter had seemed to accept my decision.
I guess he understood better than I thought and had simply bided his time. But rather than just ask me outright, he made it sound like he'd be doing me a favor.
What would you do? Would you give in to the psychology that Peter employed?
What would you do? Would you give in to the psychology that Peter employed?
Of course I let him spend the night with me. Creative thinking should be rewarded when possible. And it was fun to spend extra time with him.
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