I can justify pretty much anything. Want dessert after dinner? Well sure you should, think of all the restaurant workers, the cook, the waitstaff, the cleaners, whose VERY JOBS you are keeping alive and well by ordering dessert.
Want another new pair of brown sandals? Even though you already own three pair? Well of course you should. Otherwise, think of all the people who will suffer ... the workers who make the shoes, the truck driver who delivers the shoes to the shoe store, and even the sales person who sells you the shoes.
Obviously, I am a big believer in trickle-down economics.
If I choose to answer e-mail instead of do laundry, it's because I have a responsibility to my friends to stay in contact. Nobody likes a person who just drops off the face of the earth. And if I choose to read the latest Jodi Piccoult book instead of cook dinner for my family, well, I'm actually doing them a favor. Children need to learn independence, and what better way for them to be proud of themselves than breaking out the pb&j and feeding themselves???
See, I can justify pretty much anything.
This morning, I was in Kellen's classroom helping his teacher while the kids were discussing an assignments about NEEDS vs. WANTS. The teacher had each kid cut pictures out of the Sunday paper sale ads, of one want item, and one need item. Then each child had to tell the class what their two items were, and why.
Two boys said they NEEDED big screen tv's in their bedroom, because they needed to watch their own shows without having to share with their family. One boy said he needed a new gaming system because his old system broke. And one girl said she needed new video games because her old ones were boring. In the world of justifiable answers, I'm sorry, those are just weak. Inside, I scoffed at their answers.
Then it was Kellen's turn. His want item? A game system; no surpise there. His NEED item? A new cell phone.
The teacher asked him, in front of the class, why was a new cell phone a NEED? And he replied: "Because it's very important for us to learn to communicate properly."
And as a single tear of happiness trickled down my cheek, I realized, proudly, that my son got my justification genes, after all. The force is with him.
Woe to his father's visa card.