Me: What do you guys want for breakfast?
A chorus from the trips: Cheerios! Toaster Stoodle! PeanBuJilly!
Me: Sam, are you sure you don’t want a Toaster Strudel? They’re your favorite.
Sam: No! I want PeanBuJilly!
I put two Toaster Strudel in the toaster oven anyway. Pour Will’s Cheerios, find his favorite spoon, make a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich — finishing everything just in time to pull the Toaster Strudel from the oven. I pour the milk on Will’s cereal and serve everyone at the same time.
Chorus from the Tom and Will: Tank you! Tank you, Mommy!
“No! I not like it!” Sam wails, dangling his sandwich from his thumb and forefinger as if it were toxic. “I want Toaster!”
Fluidly, I whisk the sandwich from his grasp before it can fall on my still-sort-of-clean floor, and slide the plate with the extra Toaster Strudel in front of him. He smiles sweetly. “Tank you, mommy!”
I turn to tidy up the counter and inwardly give a little fist pump. In the war of Mommy vs. Kids, I’ve finally won a battle. I’m already writing the blog post in my head. This is a fabulous day!
“Mom?”
“Yes, Will.”
“I want cupcake.”
I glare at him with equal parts frustration and admiration. Well played, Little Man. Well played.
Love it!
So, what would have happened if you never made the PB&J and just served the toaster strudel??
Dear B,
Quite simply, Sam would go nuclear. He’s what you might call “contrary.”
Brings a smile to my face!!! You still earned the fist pump!
Too funny! Lurv them boys!