Touche

So last night I broke one of my own personal rules of parenthood - I conspired with one kid to get information about another. It's not really as sinister as it sounds. It's basically this ... I don't know if we are going to keep Jake in drum lessons, but Sam wants to keep playing guitar. So I asked Sam, "What do you think Jake would do if you kept going to guitar, but he didn't have drums anymore? Do you think he would care? Would he be jealous or mad?"

And to this Sam responded. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"I don't know Sam. Why did the chicken cross the road?" I asked.

"I don't know either. Sometimes you just have to ask the chicken."

Well played, Sam. And point taken.