IYesterday morning I asked my favorite three-year-old, "What do you want for breakfast?"
Veteran moms can already see the mistake I made.
You never ask an open-ended question. Ever.
You give options.
"Do you want toast or cereal?"
Or, more realistically at our house on a Saturday morning....
"Do you want left-over pizza or waffles?"
(I love waffles... with butter and brown sugar and no syrup. Can I talk about that for a minute? I love waffles. It's genetic. Passed down from my mom's mom. She said never trust someone who only eats one waffle. Good advice, this.)
So. I made a mistake. I asked the open-ended question. Guess who had two plain hot dog buns -no hot dogs- with mayonnaise for breakfast?
2 comments:
But at least he didn't puke it up!
Sorry to hear about the raging barfnasty going on in your house, and glad it's over.
mmm breakfast of champions
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