Two weeks ago – The Demise
This morning after two bowls of sugar drenched oatmeal
(Mr. Right was in charge, not the evil Queen or you can bet your tutu’d fanny that wouldn’t have happened – we’re in detox people!)
after two bowls of sugar drenched oatmeal The Pirate asked for a third helping.
As I scraped the remains from the pot I remembered a scene from church yesterday. . .
. . . Pirate if you’ll step aside I’ll finish putting these primary things away and then we can go home.
“Mom, mom!!”
What?
“Someone in here has a piece of candy!!”
What?
“I heard the wrapper!!!! Someone in here has candy! I want some! I want SOME!!!”
I don’t have any candy.
“I WANT SOME SUGAR!!!”. . .
Hmmm…
I handed him the third bowl of oatmeal and glanced toward the brown sugar dish. Then I remembered something Mr. Right told me. . .
. . . So we were waiting for you after church yesterday and The Pirate came up to me and said, “Dad, can I have a paper like The Princess has?”
I don’t have a paper like that.
“But DAD, I want a paper like The Princess has. Can you get me one?!”
But someone else gave her that paper. I don’t have one for you.
“Oh…OK, then can I have some candy?” . . .
Hmmm…
With his third bowl in front of him I cruelly bypassed the dish of sugar and went directly to the milk, which I poured on with his growing disapproval.
“But mom I need some sugar.”
I know you do, but no more this morning.
“I need sugar!”
You don’t have to eat the oatmeal. You can go play until it’s time to go to school.
He did not choose that option.
He chose, instead, to wrench his heart out on the counter and weep over his lack of sugar.
Then he went to pre-school.
Two hours later he came home.
He came straight to me in the class room where I was with The Pixie and he announced with pride, “Mom I solved my sugar problem!”
You did? How?
“I had cold cereal for snack at school.”
You had…?
“Yup I had Cinnamon Toast Crunch!”
And he trotted off with his head held high.