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?
2 comments:
Priceless! Thanks for a good laugh!
Cute James! Oh the things we do for these little kiddos!
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