Sunday, February 7, 2010

Open the Door

Time: 3pm, Sunday afternoon
Location: The kitchen table
Scenario: Caleb has had the following for snack: a piece of Aunt Nell's fig cake, two packages of fruit snacks (minus the red ones Momma ate befor giving them to him), a box of raisins and 10 marshmallows. He'd never had marshmallows before but I was having a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and gave some to him to see what he though. He LOVED them.

The following conversation took place:

Caleb: More, more, more.
Me: Nope. That's enough for snack. Dinner is in 3.5 hours. I'm pretty sure you can make it until then.
Caleb: More mashmelo mama.
Me: No.
Caleb: OPEN THE DOOR! (and melodramatically gesticulates to the pantry).
Me: No dude. All done.
Caleb: (Wailing, whining, gnashing of baby teeth).
Me: (waits patiently for the tantrum to subside).
Caleb: Please mama?

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