This morning at my mother-in-law's home my daughter responded with the following when asked what she'd like for breakfast, "One of these," as she pointed to a chocolate covered graham cracker, "with whip cream on top."
Me: Uh, no, try again. No cookies for breakfast.
Flynn: That's NOT a cookie. Cookies are round.
Me: Cookies can be pretty much any shape. I know Oma will let you have cookies with whip cream for breakfast, but I'm not Oma. No cookies.
(There was no getting by me on this one; Oma had left at 5 a.m. for Branson, Missouri of all places.)
She looked at me, put her hands on her little hips and replied with anger in her voice, "When I'm a grown up, I'm going to live all. by. my. self."
Me: OK, then you can have cookies for breakfast any time you want.
Flynn: Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
Me: Uh, no, try again. No cookies for breakfast.
Flynn: That's NOT a cookie. Cookies are round.
Me: Cookies can be pretty much any shape. I know Oma will let you have cookies with whip cream for breakfast, but I'm not Oma. No cookies.
(There was no getting by me on this one; Oma had left at 5 a.m. for Branson, Missouri of all places.)
She looked at me, put her hands on her little hips and replied with anger in her voice, "When I'm a grown up, I'm going to live all. by. my. self."
Me: OK, then you can have cookies for breakfast any time you want.
Flynn: Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
2 comments:
Sometimes I eat cookies for breakfast - but I make sure to sneak them when the kids aren't looking so they can't think they can, too.
You have to earn the right to eat cookies for breakfast.
I had cookies for breakfast just today actually.
No one was home so I thought it was ok.
-RF
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