Nora's got me on puppet strings this week. Starting first thing in the morning she demands, "make waffles, Mommy" and then as the waffles are toasting (yes, I admit it, the waffles are from a freezer box), she changes her mind, "don't want waffles, Mom!" So, as I am buttering the waffles, cutting them and adding the syrup with the intent on pawning them off on one of the other kids, she again plays with my strings and says, "where's my waffles?" So, I set her up at the table with her plate and her waffles. She proceeds to take one bite, then pushes the plate away, saying, "I'm all done now." Now, I'm back to my previous solution - give waffles to another child, so I don't have to throw them down the disposal. Within minutes of seeing her brother starting to eat her waffles, Nora yells, "those are MY waffles!" When I attempt to reason with her that she said she was all done, she yells again, "NO, MY WAFFLES!" So, first she goes in time-out on the stairs for yelling at me, then after declaring that she is "ready to be a good girl", we give her back her plate to 'test' the situation one more time (why I do this I have no idea). Just as I suspected, "I don't want waffles, Mom." Now Brady is definitely not interested in the cold soggy waffles and has moved on to another breakfast choice, so I wash them down the disposal. Nora leaves to jump all over Avery's head while she is laying in her bean bag trying to watch T.V. She then returns and spots her plate in the sink. "Where did Noni's waffles go?" I say, "They're all gone now." Much wailing and stomping from Nora occurs now.
This will be me next time you see me.
This will be me next time you see me.
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