There is one thing about my boys that I have to sometimes put in perspective.
They are persistent little people.
Using that force for good.
Right now they have harnessed that force to drive me insane.
The other night after they went to bed I made brownies. I packaged up the brownies into a see-through plastic container and set it on the kitchen counter. In the morning the boys tumbled down the stairs one by one…
Rhett(4) walked into the kitchen, noticed the brownies instantly and said, “Mommy, can I have brownies for breakfast?”
Ryan(8) walked into the kitchen, noticed the brownies instantly and said, “Mommy, can I have brownies for breakfast?”
I stepped into the room adjacent to the kitchen where I was out of their sight, but could still hear what the boys were saying.
Reid(6) walked into the kitchen, noticed the brownies instantly and said to his brothers, “I am going to ask mommy for brownies for breakfast!”
Ryan reported, “We already asked and it didn’t work”.
I moved back into the kitchen and guess what Reid asked me?
Can I have brownies for breakfast?
In the 8 years I have been a mother I have NEVER EVER EVER served brownies for breakfast. In the 4, 6 and 8 years they have been alive they have never had brownies for breakfast.
Bless their optimistic little hearts.