How about a game of Tic-Tac-Toe?

Last night after putting my kids to bed, I was walking in and out of their rooms with clean laundry for their drawers.  They were in their separate beds, winding themselves down. Jet was singing songs to her babies and Ben was apparently in serious contemplation. When I entered his dimly lit room the second time, he sat up suddenly.

"Mom?"

"Yeah Benny."

"I think that when people don't agree about something, instead of going to war they should just play a sport or a game, like football or tic-tac-toe, or something."

I was sorting socks and underwear across the room. "You mean let the game decide who wins?"

"Yeah. Like, instead of fighting and killing each other."


I tried to quickly explain that if a nation's freedom was at stake, they might try to cheat which could then lead to fighting anyway. However, I had to admit, "I sure do like the way you think, though, buddy."

And just like that, he laid back down, covered up and the next time I came in to hang some shirts he was already snoring.

It's amazing how that little monster can make me smile.