Can I share a secret? The influence I have over my children sometimes scares me. It's an influence I am honored to have, but sometimes the responsibility of it all is overwhelming.
The things I make priorities, the words I chose to say, the attitudes I have - they are all things echoed by my boys.
I found this trunk at the Thrift Store a couple weeks ago for $5.
The fact that it was wooden more than made up for it's less than desirable character motif and I knew it would be an easy project to repaint it - in fact it's sitting on my back porch now one coat away from completion.
The Sponge Bob design on it made for a humorous exchange with Judah, but at the same time shows the enormous influence I have on the way he thinks of things.
As I was loading the wooden trunk in the car Judah says to me;
"Mommy, what is that thing?"
-"It's a trunk Judah."
-"Oh. Well, who is on it?"
-"NO! It's someone. I saw it. Who is it?"
-"No one you need to know."
-"No, no! He's my friend. Who is he?"
-"His name is Sponge Bob. And he is not your friend."
-"Yes. He is my friend."
-"Judah, you didn't even know what his name was. He's not your friend."
"He is my friend. I like him. He's my friend."
-"Mommy, what are we doing with him?"
-"I am going to paint over it so it matches your bedroom."
-"NO, NO! You can't paint him. He's my friend."
-"Judah, mommy doesn't like Sponge Bob. Mommy doesn't want Sponge Bob to be your friend - and mommy is going to paint over him."
-"Ok mommy. He's not my friend."
And that was that. He even watched me paint over Sponge Bob and didn't say a word about his 20-second friend disappearing under a thick coat of Secret Passage colored paint.