Contrarian and PTC

My kids oppose me.  All of them.  Some more than others, of course.  B.A. is the worst.  If I told her the sky was blue, she would look at it, look me straight in the eye and say it was not.  I always knew Mads was most like her, and this conversation  didn't surprise me a bit. 

We were at church and he noticed a picture of Joseph Smith in the grove.

Mads:  "Two Jesuses.  Mom... two Jesuses."

Me:   "You think so?  Actually one of those is supposed to be Heavenly Father."

Mads:   pause...    thinking...     "Nope.  Two Jesuses."

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We had parent teacher conferences this last week.  It is nice to hear that your kids are doing well and enjoying themselves.  All of their teachers are great.  B.A. will soon be done with spelling.  No more spelling ever.  She has a memory like Nate.  We learned that she told one of her teachers one day that she loves school, and she likes her teachers a lot, but she really likes to be at home with her family.  She told her teacher that she wished they could just come over to her house so we could all just be together all day.  I was touched.  I'm not the most perfect mom in the world, but my kids like being at home, so I must be doing something right.  The thing I remember most about that night is G walking to the door, looking at us, waving good-bye, and walking straight out the door.  Stinker.