Yesterday, H and I went to Target to get a couple of grocery items. I was meandering down the aisle with glassware and at the end of the aisle were several types of beer glasses. Coors, Budweiser, Michelob, Guinness, and for some reason, Captain Morgan. When Harper saw the Captain Morgan glasses he said, 'Wook! Wook Mommy! It's Peter Pan stuff!'
When we got home, I fixed his dinner and gave him corn for his vegetable. Corn that, just the night before, he begged to have with dinner. Last night? Last night, corn was yucky. I had to beg and barter with him to eat three bites. At first he said, 'Can I eat this bite?' Heck yeah, I say. And hey, why not have a couple more? I said, 'Eat at least three bites and you can have chocolate milk when we read stories.' Which, so you know, isn't really a reward. He has chocolate milk EVERY night when we read stories. But I figure if I say 'Woo hoo! You get to have it!' instead of 'If you don't..., you won't get...', it sometimes works in my favor. SO my clever son says, 'Three bites! OK!' and puts three kernels of corn on his fork. Uh, yeah. Not quite what I meant. He laughed at how funny he was. Which it was. Then when he finished his FOURTH bite of corn, he said, 'Corn is AWfully yummy!'
Stinker.
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