Mom, He Told Me Not To

A recent problem I am having is my boys pouring WAY too much cereal (they pour exactly how their dad does it, but Chet can eat it all!) in their bowl. It makes me so mad when I am pouring out bowls full of cereal. I figured up this morning, trying to make myself chill a little, how much money I was pouring out in cereal. At most it was $1.50, but then I decided it is not the cereal cost, but the whole idea. I just kind of snapped this morning on the idea of it all, and told Caden and Carson that they could eat everything in their bowl, or they could lay on their bed until dad came home for lunch. NO NEGOTIATION!!! I left the kitchen and was cleaning my bathroom up when Caden came in to talk to me. He looked at me dead serious and said, "Mom. There is a voice in my head talking and it is Jesus. He told me not to eat the cereal because it will hurt me because it is molded." Then he just got his puppy dog eyes and nodded up and down. I had to stand there for a little while to keep myself from laughing and just looked him right in the eye and said, "Go eat, or go to bed." He said, "Dangit!" and went back to the table. Little worm. The sad part is is that I probably would have let him off with that one if he hadn't thrown in the molded part. The things kids come up with...I am in so much trouble!!! How do you say no to things like that. That is creative!