Background Information:
Yesterday, at Grandma's, E made the following statement:
"But Mom, if I eat all my toast, there won't be room in my stomach for my treat."
To Grandma this made perfect sense. After all, she is a Grandma. So, the treat magically appeared.
This Morning:
"Mom, I am not hungry for real food. I am hungry for a treat."
"Well, we don't have treats for breakfast."
"You are not being nice. Nice people are people who give their children treats. Mean people don't give their children treats."
"Well, you're not having a treat."
"Then I will not be happy."
"That's your decision."
Later, as we all waved at the door to say goodbye to Daddy, E continued to moan. She then yelled across the backyard.
"I will NOT be happy until you give me a treat."
Well, then....
2 comments:
I can't tell you how many time Erik has told me that he doesn't have room in his tummy for dinner, he only has room in his tummy for a cookie! Silly kidlets.
Why can't it be that toast or broccoli is a treat- Its too bad she may never be happy again...poor E!
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