Rob and I finished; Colin and Kelsey were still at the table. Colin counting out his peas b/c I told him he had to eat half, and he'd be darned if he was going to eat 1 single more pea than he was told to. Kelsey was pouting over her chicken (fried chicken breast: What's NOT to like?!)
We cleaned up, Colin finished his peas. Kelsey was still there. Colin went back for more chicken. Kelsey was still there. I sat on the couch to read another chapter of my book I borrowed from Eileen (Stephen King's Under the Dome, which by the way, is excellent).Now I see Kelsey making a break for the bathroom~ with a mouth full of chicken! Oh no you don't!
As the kid is unbuckling her pants to take care of business, Mom bursts in the door!(Insert Kelsey's surprised face here). She swears she was not going to spit it out. Yeah sure. I made her chew and swallow in front of me before I will give her the privacy she is begging for.
The dryer stops. I go to empty it. This as opposed to just leaving it for the night, which I was REALLY tempted to do.
As I start folding, I hear the pantry door open, I poke my head around the corner from where the laundry is to see Kelsey sticking a baggie of pretzels in her pocket! "AH-HEM!" Again, insert Kelsey's surprised face here. Kelsey will now be patted down whenever she goes upstairs.
I finish folding and what the heck is that?! Oh look a tube of chap stick. Are you kidding me? I checked pockets. How in the...oh Kelsey's sweat jacket. Who knew? Apparently not me. I never checked it. I take responsibility. Luckily it only melted inside the tube not all over the dryer- thank you dryer Gods watching over me tonight.
HOWEVER as I was showing the kids the melted chap stick, I happened to look around the corner of the kitchen and see the dog~ 1 paw on the kitchen table, 1 on the chair and 2 rear on the floor helping herself to Colin's chicken he has been picking at! I scream out "CAYDANCE!" Which is enough to startle her into falling off the chair and taking off. Prompting me to give chase yelling "Rob stop the dog!" along the way. Kelsey's plate? Still on the table and mostly full.
It is now an hour later, the dog has been released from her crate, Colin has stopped sobbing because he felt responsible for leaving his plate at the table and the dog jumping up to devour. And Kelsey? Still at the table with a plate of food.
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Sounds like you had an eventful night! :)
Kelsey, Kelsey, Kelsey. Pretzels over fried chicken?!?! Girl, what are you thinking?!?! That chicken has to be yummmmmmyyyyy. I hope you finally enjoyed that chicken and got to leave the table.
Shell, I'm glad the Chapstick stayed contained. That is a yucky mess when it melts on the clothes--yes, I've been there, done that!!
Love,
Julie
I love these battles of wills. We had one with Mason over a carrot when he was 2-1/2 or 3. He was still in a crib, so he was little. All I required was that he ate ONE carrot slice. One. But one carrot was one more than he was willing to eat. So we sat there for hours at the table in tears until I was finally satisfied he had eaten that stupid carrot. Mommy wins.
Time for bed, hugs and kisses goodnight. I can still picture him standing in the crib, holding on to the side and saying good night...and out popped that carrot! It was in 3 pieces, but it was all still there. He had it stuffed in his cheek like a hamster all night. I was laughing so hard I declared him the winner.
GO KELSEY GO! ;-)
Ok, funny story: I left a lipstick in my pocket this week (random...for a tomboy, I know) and it's now all over Scott's and Ty's laundry! Consider yourself lucky!
...and yes, I'm jealous...only if the chicken was good...was it good?
The chicken was VERY GOOD. And really, lipstick? Was it a fabulous shade? What am I saying, I love lipstick- they're all fabulous!
Deb, isn't it sad when we're outsmarted by 3 year olds? Kels and Col have each managed to do it several times. Luckily we get a little better with age, unfortunatly so do they!
HA! Taylor did the same thing when she was little, just like Mason's carrot, but hers was a mouthful of green beans. We battled through dinner and later discovered her still chomping on the green beans while at Target. She was the only picky eater of our kids, thank goodness. Although Lydia almost died having to eat homemade tomato soup the other night. It was like we were forcing her to drink bleach. She'd take a teeny tiny taste and chug water. Oy!
Bad dog, Caydance! Max and Cooper and Caydance must never get together.
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