On Tuesday, the ice cream man came by the house and the kids bought ice cream - with their own money. I'm so mean.
It was right before dinner so I told them they could have the ice cream but they couldn't have any dessert after dinner. Hey dessert before dinner! I'm so much fun!
I figured that was a fair trade.
They happily agreed and ate their ice cream. Minutes after eating the ice cream, Sarah saunters over to me and puts her sticky little hand on her hip and said, "Mommy, can we have dessert after supper too?"
"No. Remember I told you if you ate the ice cream from the ice cream man, you weren't going to have dessert after dinner."
"Well, I want dessert after dinner too!" She said stomping her foot.
"Well you can't have it." I said.
"Well. Well. You're fat!" she said and stomped away.
"I know you are, but what am I?" I said and stomped away.
O.k. I didn't really say that, but I wanted to. Instead she got the lecture on not saying mean things to people and hurting other people's feelings. blah, blah, blah
It would have been much more fun the other way though.