He never agrees. But I'm no quitter! I'll still be asking him when he's 87.
Everyone knows mommies show their love, in part, by feeding their kidlets. Yesterday an idea came into my head. Not a nice idea, necessarily. But an idea.
I fed him a Red Hot. (I love him, really I do! That's why it was just one.)*
Since he allowed me to catch his progression on film, I'll share the experience with you. (*applause*)
|"This isn't so bad!"|
|"See, it's a Red Hot."|
Bless his heart! (For those who aren't Southerners, that means, "Poor thing!") When I ask him if he wants more tomorrow, I wonder what he'll say? You never know with five-year-olds.
Mother of the Year,
*Disclosure: No children were harmed in the making of this post. When I first asked Little Man whether he wanted a Red Hot, he laughingly replied, "No!" Then I popped five into my mouth, and he found his courage. Ahmen.