There's a lesson here, more for me than my son, but I'm sure we'll both benefit.  On Sunday, my son decided to ignore what his body was telling him and keep playing instead of making it to the bathroom on time, if at all.  He understands the system.  He's been using the toilet "like a big boy" for years.  He wasn't sick, so this was obviously a conscious decision that playing was more important.

Sadly, this is not a first.

So, I decided to take away something important to him, our weekly wednesday park day with his friends.  This had a huge effect.  Or so I thought.  He "failed" to make it to the bathroom again on Tuesday, choosing again to do something he felt was more worthy of his time.  So I took away his thursday T-Ball game.  The crocodile tears were immediate.  I hope he is beginning to understand, because I enjoy our park days and T-Ball as much as he does.

But I started thinking.

My usual chorus is "Layton!  You KNOW how to do this the right way.  I just don't understand why you make these poor decisions!"

I was replaying this all in my head this morning when it hit me like a punch in the gut.  How often does God say the same thing to me?  I suddenly felt/feel very shallow.  I can't stop trying to direct my kids in the right direction, so to avoid the hypocrite tag, I guess I need to be reminding myself of the same things.

Reminds me of Matthew 7:1-5

I could probably open up a lumber yard.