Having a "commersation"

Tonight as I was putting Logan to bed he tried every stall tactic imaginable. From "I don't think we brushed my teeth" (yes, we did) to "I have to go to the bathroom" to "I have a cough." All the standards and then the newest and best yet "But we're having a commersation mommy."

Our "commersation" was about fishing. Logan decided that although we have a fishing net we are sorely lacking in other fishing gear. His assessment was we need: a fishing rod, a HUGE bucket (because we are going to catch lots of fish!), and other tools. He also needed to discuss each color of fish he thought we were going to catch individually, as in "we might catch a white fish" (Yes we might). We might catch a blue fish. (Yes we might) and so on until he had used up every color he knows. Who knew he had such a color repertoire!

Although I should have cut off the fishing conversation a bit earlier, I morphed into proud mommy mode and just enjoyed ou "commersation" until the colors and gear ran out and he tried a new topic.

However, as I escaped his room and almost had the door closed I heard "we are going to have to go fishing tomorrow..."