Me: Matthew, what do you want for breakfast?
M: Waffles!
Me: OK, one or two?
M: Two!
*waffles go in toaster...and pop*
M: I don't want them toasted!
Me: You can't eat frozen waffles.
*Matthew ponders whether to have a tantrum, hunger wins out*
M: Can I have sim-a-min?
Me: Sure, you can have cinnamon.
*waffles get butter and cinnamon*
*Matthew bites holes in center of both waffles, leaves the table*
...20 minutes later...
*Matthew climbs back up on chair and contemplates waffles*
M: I no like sim-a-min. Take it off?
Me: Buddy, you asked for cinnamon and I know you like it, just take another bite.
*Matthew ponders whether to have a tantrum, hunger wins out*
M: Can I have more sim-a-min? *gasp* Oh, no! The butter is disappeared!
Me: No, it just melted. Look, there's butter puddles now!
*Matthew ponders whether to have a tantrum, hunger wins out*
M: I have a bagel now?
Me: Dude, you have two perfectly good waffles with cinnamon, which you asked for, on that plate. Please eat them.
*Matthew ponders whether to have a tantrum, hunger wins out, but just by the slightest margin. It will not win again.*
M: I have a plastic baggie?
Me: What?
M: I want my waffles in a plastic baggie!
*I ponder whether to fight this fight. Decide to remind him to use his manners instead, and silently apologize to the planet for wasting a plastic baggie...*
So, for breakfast, Matthew ate cold (but toasted) waffles out of a plastic baggie in front of the TV. At least he said "please".
I can't even pretend this was the first time, either.
I had to LOL at this. Love,, love this! The photo says it all,, and your conversation is one I'm sure so many of us have had with our own kids.. I remember one in particular with one of mine -- it was with pancakes!! Aw, the memories. You just reminded me.....
