Can I have a Lick?

It’s 6:15 and Mommy’s at girls’ night.  That means Daddy’s in charge of dinner.  Tonight we eat pasta and leftover baked potatoes.  The no-dessert-on-weeknights rule is officially waived on account of mommy being away, but only for those who eat their baked potatoes. 

Lily complied, reluctantly, but Sarah Ellen refused.  I removed the “peel”, down to the last hint of a sliver.  I cut the potato into little pieces.  I gave her sour cream and ranch dressing.  I cut it again, into smaller pieces.  I turned around for one second and she started feeding them to Miller. 

I really wanted her to get ice cream but finally, with a heavy heart, I put the ice cream back into the freezer.  Over my shoulder, I hear her say to Lily, who is quietly enjoying her own chocolate cone, “can I have a lick?” 

Here’s what happens around here when you eat your butter and ranch dressing with a  side of baked potato:

Here’s the one who didn’t.  Daddy, I tried…

But I just can’t.

We compromised on crackers, so I guess that means we both claim victory.  Sarah Ellen didn’t get ice cream, but she never ate more than that first pinch of potato.

Can I have a lick?