You Can't Post That!

"You can't post that picture, Mom!"  Zane informed me.

"Why not?  I'm dressed."  I replied. "What is wrong with this picture?"

"That hat looks funny."  Zane was emphatic.  He was issuing a firm veto.  I could see his point.

"It does look funny," I said. I couldn't find mine before the game, so I grabbed Larry's hat instead.  "But I'm posting it any way."

Zane didn't respond; he'd wandered off.  Seven year olds aren't known for their attention spans. He had wandered into another room to finish some sort of war between his Legos and Minecraft figures.  He had made his wishes known, and as his mother, I'm supposed to cater to his whims.  Children are little dictators sometimes.

There's a little part of me that always wants to do the opposite of whatever people demand of me.  I guess I have a bit of rebelliousness in my bones. My parents could share numerous stories of my many attempts at stepping over their boundaries. If someone tells me that I can't sit in a particular spot, it just makes me want to park my backside right in that very spot.  It doesn't really matter who is telling me that I can't do a thing; a challenge has been issued, and I must respond.  

So I hit that 'publish' button. It's these little harmless rebellions that keep that smile on my face most days.