I should tell you about the aftermath of last night’s concert.
The kids got to bed late last night, and I had to wake The Princess for school this morning. She woke up hard to use the family term, and was a real Crabby Patty all morning leading to the following exchange:
Me: what do you want for breakfast
Me: What kind?
O: I can’t decide. You pick one.
Now, a seasoned parent can see this trap coming a mile away. Whichever cereal I pick will be the wrong one so I tell her she has to decide because I’m not falling for this one. This was not well received.
Me: O, what kind of cereal do you want?
O: I CAN’T DECIDE! YOU JUST PICK ONE!
We only have two kinds of cereal. I don’t really know what her problem was. It’s not like I had set out a buffet of 20 kinds of cereal for her to choose from.
Meanwhile the C-man has finished his breakfast, and put his dishes in the sink. He is bending over backwards to be the Happy Fun Child. This is so pitifully transparent that I have to laugh, even though I do appreciate the gesture. Ahh, there’s no better way to start the day than with your sister getting in trouble.
Finally I hear this pronouncement from the living room:
O: I’ll just have a waffle.
Me: What? (This is the cue in our house for “you forgot to say please”)
O: I”LL JUST HAVE A WAFFLE!
Me: Well, I’m not making it if that’s how you are going to ask for it.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! The Princess comes storming into the kitchen, throws open the freezer door and makes a big show of looking for the waffles (what did you think I was going to get out the waffle iron and make them? Silly you), and then stomps over to the toaster oven.
Moments later she had a warm nutritious (plain) waffle and then Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! She went off to her room to sulk.
She isn’t even anywhere near being a teenager yet (she’s 10). I am quaking in my boots at the mere thought of her at 16.
By the way, don’t get used to these twice a day postings. It won’t last.