Consequences Schmwonsequences

Yet another story from Wednesday night's bedtime:

After the whole death conversation, Isaac kept telling me he had to go potty, even though he had just gone.  I kept telling him no and he kept insisting, so finally I let him, but I gave him the condition that if he didn't actually pee, the hall light would have to be turned off. 

So...he didn't really have to go (sooooo frustrating when this happens almost every night!), so I said, "Isaac, you know what this means, we have to turn off the hall light."

He responded with a cheery, "Well, sure!  I'd LOVE to have the light turned off!" 

That little stinker!