He was not happy. He was MAD! His reaction, in the 'Luke tone of voice' was,
"Fine. If I have to fast, then I'm going outside to shovel the snow."
He was out there for a long time. I went out to check on him to make sure he hadn't frozen to death. (It was 8:30am and well below freezing.)
Now, I know it wasn't a major snowstorm, but still...when I went outside, our driveway was shoveled, the next door neighbor's driveway was shoveled, the sidewalks were shoveled and he was on the second neighbor's house.
I just chuckled, grabbed my camera and thought,
"What a good kid!"
Big deal if he doesn't put his whole heart into fasting when he's eight...
I don't know a single other eight year old kid that would shovel four driveways and the sidewalks at 8:30am in the FREEZING cold without being asked.
And his reward?
When he returned inside, freezing and cold, his mother refused his request for a cup of hot chocolate.
(I'm still second-guessing that motherly decision!?!?)