Friday, February 27, 2009

The snot factor & child labor

So, I've been sick. Lots and lots of coughing, NyQuil, special cough syrup with codeine, and well, snot. I am feeling better. I think. I call it the snot factor, it slows down one thoughts to that of a person laying in a coma. And I have the snot factor something fierce. The snot factor has also impeded my blogging. I apologize to my two loyal blogging peeps.

Connor has been having snot factor issues himself, but it isn't 'cuz he's been sick.

"Connor, please load the dishwasher." 5 minutes go by.

"CONNNNOORRRRRR come load the dishwasher NOW". 5 more minutes pass by.

"Trent Michael, where is your brother?"

"Mom, Connor says he quits, if he quits I am quitting too, 'cuz if Connor quits it wouldn't be fair that I have to LOAD the dishwasher".

"WHAT? What do you mean he quits?"

"I dunno Mom, he just says he quits".

"Connor Issac get your behind out here right now". What do you mean, you quit?"

"Mom", Connor sighs, then continues in an indigent tone usually reserved for speaking to a person with limited intellect, "Child labor laws clearly state that children under the age of 16 should not be forced to work. It's against the law. So, I quit. I will not be loading the dishwasher, sweeping the floor, or getting in wood because you are violating child labor laws". He said this with a tone of superiority and smugness that only being a 8-year-old who's too smart for his own good could elicit.

"Connor Issac you WILL load the dishwasher. Get your butt in that kitchen RIGHT NOW!" I managed to say all this without collapsing in laughter, aren't you proud of me?

"But, MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM, are you telling me that you want me to break the law and violate the child labor laws?"

"Yes, Connor, that's exactly what I'm saying. When you load the dishwasher it's called chores and that is much different than what the children labor laws are talking about. Now go."

"Well, FINE, don't call me and ask me to bail you out of jail," he said while shaking his head in disbelief at my clear lack of respect for very clearly defined laws regarding forcing children to work in salt mines or to to do chores in their very own kitchen.

"Connor, that is a risk I am willing to take. You better watch your smart mouth. Now, go. Go load that dishwasher!"

Who is this child and who, may I ask, advised him on the finer points of the child labor laws?