The Scene: Curtains open as Nick and I are loading bags full of back-to-school supplies and laundry detergent and contact lens solution from our cart into the back of my station wagon in the Target parking lot. Jack has high-tailed it into the back seat and opened his bag of Swedish fish.
Nick: I'll help you put these in the car, but I'm not going to help unload at home. That's wouldn't be fair. Jack's not helping now at all.
Me: Well, it's not fair that I have to do both the loading and the unloading.
Nick: Wow. [Pause] You know, Mom. I just thought of something. You DO always have to load and unload, especially when we're not with you. Now I feel bad, like I'm a really horrible person. Here I am worrying about what's fair to me and not thinking about you. How selfish is that? I'll help unload, too.
Me: Thank you, Nick. I appreciate that.
He puts the cart in the return, gets in the car, and we drive home, where both boys help unload the bags. Curtains close...
Bravo, my son. One step closer to maturity. I'm proud of you.
Or you really, really really want that rated M for Mature Xbox game.
Either way, well played.