Smokies and the boy
Puppy (3 years old) was served two little smokies (small breakfast sausage), a hardboiled egg, a cup of milk, and a frosted Christmas cookie for breakfast. He finished the cookie, the smokies, had a little milk, then went upstairs to grab some additional smokies on his own. I had left the bag on the counter. He came downstairs with two more and the following conversation ensued:
Me: Puppy, you cannot have any more smokies until you finish your egg.
Puppy: I'm not going to eat them, I'm just going to put them on my plate.
Me: They can be on your plate, but you have to eat your egg first
(he proceeds to put a smoky in his mouth)
Me: I'm going to take those smokies away if you don't eat your egg first
Puppy: But I don't want to eat my egg.
Me: I love you to much to argue.
Puppy: (under his breath) I don't love you.
Me: Why don't I hold those smokies for you.
Puppy: (taking off with the smokies) Wheeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
(five minutes later - Puppy returns)
Me: What happened to the smokies.
Puppy: I put them back in the bag.
Me: Did you really put them bag in the bag.
Puppy: (looking away and slightly under his breathe) Yes.
I went and put the smokies away. May your breakfast episodes be as fun as ours.
4 comments:
"I love you too much to argue..."
That will be my new mantra, as it seems that EVERYTHING is an argument with almost-3 year old Woobie these days. Everything.
For the record, I was not involved in serving our son cookies and processed meat for breakfast!
@Heather - He did have milk eggs and a banana to round it out. I didn't think the cookie was that worse than having his advent candy in the morning or pancakes.
Do I hear a little "love and logic" going on? Yea!
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