That doesn't stop him from complaining and whining and trying to weasel his way into getting a story before bed, though.
So after his bath, the whining started. "But Mommy, I'm really sorry. I've been really good tonight, right? I'll be good tomorrow, too!"
"Vincent, you didn't listen at school. If you don't listen in school, you don't get a bedtime story. You know that."
"But I've been good all night!"
I started getting annoyed, but as usual, a quick tap on the shoulder reminded me I sometimes sound an awful lot like that.
How many times have I pushed off prayer or good deeds or something because I could "get it all in" later? Heck, all throughout college, I figured I didn't even need to go to Mass or anything because I'd eventually become one of those little old ladies stooped over in Church after the "good part of life" was behind me.
I need to be CONSISTENTLY GOOD. I can't just rack up points "at the end" because, in truth, no one knows when the end is. God doesn't ask us to listen to him "at the end." He asks us to listen to Him always.
Just some food for thought I ended up chewing on.