Days of Gratitude: Twenty-two

22 12 2008

Snow Forts

Zack and I haveĀ been at loggerheads lately. (Where is that phrase from, I wonder?) I weep, wail, and gnash my teeth (gnash is such a great word) and he defies, sasses, and makes inappropriate noises. I am reminded of that part of Sleepless in Seattle where Tom Hanks says to his date, “He’s eight.” And she replies, “He’s good at it.”

Zack is good at being eight.

Today, it was same-old, same-old with the arguing and the bargaining and the demanding and the stubborness. (I’m not telling you who did what, because we both did a lot of each–maybe that’s where he gets it. But I think his big problem is he thinks he’s the parent. [Either that, or his big problem is that I am his parent.]) Anyway–

I’m grateful that I let it go for the afternoon, long enough for us to go outside and build a snow fort together. An entire hour without a single argument–it was wonderful. If only I could figure out how to make cleaning like building a snow fort . . .