Yesterday Eraser Eater decided upon waking that he was going to get all Charles Finney on us and live out the holiness movement by attempting not to sin all day long. I thought that a very noble thing to try, but knew it would be short-lived.
He did so well, I have to say. He has been so bearable all day, catching himself before he whines, saying "yes, mom" when I tell him to do something, trying his hardest to share and whatnot. Right before lunch he came to me very upset and disturbed.
"Mom," he said wide-eyed, "I am very worried---I have been trying not to sin and I think I have sinned already."
I am sure I could have thought of a few slip-ups, but who is counting? I did not notice anything too in-your-face to say, "Ah yes, my boy, it was when you yelped in selfishness as your sister tried to read your precious magazine!"
"What did you do?" I asked, curious.
"I picked my nose," and he started to almost cry but I put my hand on his shoulder and told him not to worry about it.