No winning an argument with a seven year-old kid

No winning an argument with a seven year-old kid

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No winning an argument with a seven year-old kid

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September 01, 2003

It was another one of those nutty conversations with my son that left me with the feeling of confusion—I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry.  It was about his future and what he wanted to be.  We seem to have this conversation every year.  And every year it just gets weird.

“I want to be an actor.”  He started out.  “Actors get to be anybody they want to be.”

“What kind of actor do you want to be?”  I inquired, hoping that he would say John Wayne because he likes some of his old western movies.

“I want to be a cartoon character.”

“A cartoon.  You can’t be a cartoon.”  I probably shouldn’t have said that.

“Sure I can.   Watch me.”   He started to imitate one of his favorite characters.  He was doing a fair job of it until he tried to fly.

“Cartoons aren’t real.”

“I know dad, that’s why it’s called fiction.”  Boy you just can’t win some arguments with kids—can you?

“Micah, they are ink and paint on transparencies.”  I tried reasoning with him.  Something that is difficult with a seven year-old kid who wants to be a cartoon when he grows up.

“What is a transparency?”   Oh boy, this is going to be a long afternoon.  When does his mother get home?

“Something that you can see through.”

“You mean like your eyes?”  I am going down for the third time.  As a parent have you ever been willing to concede an argument just to get out of it.  Well this is the way I felt about this conversation.  But, I couldn’t compromise and go on.  I had to resolve it, somehow.

“No, not like your eyes.  It is something that you can write on and shine a light through it and make a picture appear.”  Clever uh??

“Oh, like the overhead thing at church that you show stuff with.”  It worked. It is finally sinking in.  I am going for the parent of the year; I am convincing my son that he can’t be a cartoon when he grows up.

“Yes, just like that.”  I am so proud of myself.

“Dad your wrong.  I can be a transparency.”   Uh, oh.  What happen?

“No, you can’t.”  I have lost.  I need to find a way out of this conversation fast.

“Yes, I can.  Don’t you remember me being a bunny rabbit on  that machine?” Why did I have to show him how to cast shadows?

I have lost.  The white flag is up.  I surrender.   What do I do?  The only thing I know to do, I tried to get his mind on something else.

“Hey, what about the idea you had of being a pilot?”  I will try anything.

“Great, I can fly one of those cartoon planes that stops in midair like on Bugs Bunny.”  It is official—I have lost this round.

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Created: Jan 17 2013 at 10:45:49 AM
Updated: Jan 17 2013 at 10:45:49 AM
Category: Humor
Language: English

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