Yesterday when I had to go into the post office and stand in a very long line (again), I left Foster in the van with Parker, Theodore and Jonah. Foster came to sit on the floor of the van between our two middle seats so he could feed Jonah his snack.

When I returned we had this conversation…

Foster: “I think I’ll just stay here.”

Me: “Very funny. I don’t think so. Get back in your seat.”

Foster: “Why can’t I just stay here?”

Me: “Because it’s against the law, that’s why.”

Foster: “But if I’m down here the police can’t see me.”

Me: (thinking I’m so clever) “Yes but God CAN see you and he’ll know we are breaking the law.”

Foster: (as he’s getting back in his seat) “Well, then what about all the missionaries in other countries that are breaking the law and meeting in secret churches and witnessing in private?”

Me: (good grief) “That’s a good question, Foster. That’s a really good question.”

I knew that teaching my kids to think for themselves would come with consequences.