House Concert Thoughts on Stubborness

Feeling under the weather today but I'll be fine by Friday if it kills me.  Here's a post I wrote last night:

We have successfully completed our to-do tasks for the evening.  Countdown to Phil Lee and Tom Mason has begun!  A couple of people have paypalled (or is that paypaled? No, that sounds like they've been impaled) their donations.  Thank you!  The other day Ernie and I were talking about this thing we seem to be doing----having house concerts.  We never really intentionally started out to do this....but here we are.  So as some of you know, initially we were paying the bands and taking donations if someone offered but otherwise not worrying about it because we kept saying, "oh well...this is the LAST one."  If we intend to keep doing it however there's no way my salary will work for four people AND house concerts (even the family of four thing is in question but we're not getting rid of anybody).  So we have started asking upfront for donations.  It's been a transition and we're hoping that everybody that is here on Friday does indeed donate. 

As we talked about it I said to Ernie, "I'd hate it if we'd have to start having a list at the door.....and who would DO that?"  We looked at each other and said, "OWEN!"  Then I started laughing and said, "Oh God NO....he'd be patting people's backs and waving them on in, telling them not to worry about it."  We laughed and laughed!  Then we decided Leo would be perfect!  I can just see him, sitting there seriously with his big brown eyes, calmly saying, "but you're not on the list sir.  I'm sorry sir, but you're not on the list."  He wouldn't give an INCH!  I laughed til I almost cried  That boy is phenomenonally stubborn and strangely persuasive.  I remember in kindergarten (forgive me if I've told this before) they were doing a unit where they created a little book on their favorite sea animal.  His teacher suggested various sea animals, WE suggested various sea animals.....no go.  He finally wore his teacher down with that same deadpan, serious, big brown eyed approach that would work at the door.  He brought his little book home and it said:

What is your favorite sea animal?  A Train

What does your sea animal eat?  Coal

How does your sea animal move?  Tracks

I still laugh SO hard inside when I think about that.  Similar to the time he had a hearing test when he was two and refused to admit that he could hear any of the noises.  Of course he could clearly hear as he followed directions.....all except  the 'raise your hand by the ear you hear the sound in' part because he was just NOT doing that.

God I love my sweet peas.....

and here's a classic Phil Lee song.....