Parents compromise with their children on a daily basis to satisfy their wants, not their needs.

When they want it, they have to have it right now, believing you can twinkle your nose and it will appear or maybe even pull it out of the magic hat.

And it is never something that is lying around the house; it's something you would have to go purchase, so you compromise.

If Shelby sees someone singing on TV, she starts hollering, she wants a microphone, so I get her one, an empty paper towel roll, and then she begins to sing.

Clay loves tractors, and if he was old enough he would be right in the hay field cutting and baling hay, but he's not, so he has to compromise.

He has a John Deere pedal, one that is just about as close to the real thing as he's going to get for a few years. But he uses what he's got creatively.

He took a bat and slid it into the back of the tractor where the hitch is for the wagon. The bat sticks out to the side, and he proclaims the bat is his "cutter!"

He spends all day on the deck (his hay field) cutting hay. And when he's done, there is a special spot on the deck for his tractor. That's his barn. Thank goodness imagination doesn't have to be bought by mom!

Just the other night at the ballpark Clay and Corbin (my nephew) wanted a $1 Popsicle. They had already had candy, drinks, and popcorn, and had left me broke.

They conned my dad into giving them a dollar for supposedly another drink. And a few minutes later, here they came with big cheesy grins on their faces and a Popsicle in their hands.

They compromised; they bought one Popsicle and had the concession lady to cut it in half. Way to put those heads together and think boys! You'll save your mom enough money to feed you a meal...maybe.