My In-Laws Are Right...Who Knew?

Last night the scouts came around doing a book drive that I totally forgot about. I ask them to finish the cul-de-sac then come back and I'd have some books for them. Scanning the children's book shelf I selfishly realized that I didn't want to give away any of my books. I wanted to keep them all.

Then Simon came in.
"Mom, whatcha doin'?"
"I'm looking for books that we can give to people that don't have any."
"OHHH! I get it." Then pulling out his favorite book he hands it to me and says, "How 'bout this one? I think it's a good one. Yea, the people will like it."

Now here is the part where I should write that it melted my heart (which it did) and I took this opportunity to teach my child about sacrifice and let him give away his favorite book to the scouts. But....I didn't.

Instead I told him we should save that one to read later for bedtime and instead pulled out 4 pop up bible story books. Simon and I then waited on the porch for the scouts and Simon delivered them the goods.

The moral of this story is that my in-laws are right. I am, in fact, going to Hell. Not only did I avoid the chance to teach my son about sacrifice because I didn't want to deal with the tears later when he realized his book was actually gone, but I donated the only religious children books on the shelf. Who knew my in-laws were so perceptive?