My childo's remind me of a cat I grew up with, Esmeralda or Ezzy. Boy was she a great cat. She will forever be the coolest cat in my eyes. But I remember her asking for food when her bowl still had the science diet pellets in it. No she didn't want to eat the "old food" but wanted the "new food" from the bag. I would refill her bowl and she would start eating the new pellets,
My kids are like Ezzy.
They want "new food".
The kids come home starving. No matter how big a lunch I pack, they still come home hungry. When they arrive the conversation goes something like this.
"Hello (name of child). How was your day?"
"
Good, What can we have for snack?"
"The same options you have everyday."
"Can I have two snacks? How much is one snack?
Why can't we have ice cream for a snack?
What if I have two vegetables, then can I have ice cream?"
The sweeties are constantly trying to get larger helpings or trying to convince me that I need to have a wider range of snack options. They find every loop whole, penetrate the bureaucracy and can bring up red herrings faster then a major league pitcher can spit. I'ts amazing how fast their minds can fly from one thing to another. In fact it is exhausting.
Lots of times my children can get the best of me but not time. This time I was able to catch the little guy red handed.
Blueberry bagel. Seems like a harmless snack....
Do you see something funny about this blueberry bagel? Look close...
Something has been pushed into the bagel.
Yep
.
Smarties.
Totally caught and now, thanks to my blog, documented.
The finny thing about the kids wanting three or four snacks when they get home is that when the kids pack their lunch the next day, it's full of left over snacks (seems to be the carrots and pretzels) from yesterday's lunch.
Really?
I don't get it?
But Ezzy would...