I have learned when you have
three children there are
two paths you can take…
- the buy three of everything path (preferred).
- the don’t buy three of everything path (very noisy).
I am a fan of the
buy three of everything.
And I mean everything.
Don’t you dare make the mistake at the grocery store and take the kids’ word for it that they won’t want Key Lime Pie yogurt in the morning when both their brothers are slurping it down with granola.
Don’t you dare make that mistake.
Because when tomorrow morning comes and you pull out two Key Lime Pie yogurts for Ryan and Reid and then you pull out the Cherry yogurt that Rhett declared his undying love for in the aisles of Super Target
not more than 13 hours prior...there is going to be a scene.
And scenes at breakfast are not pretty.
So I buy Key Lime yogurt in numbers
divisible by three.
So how do you deal with the request for another kind of yogurt from one boy?
I buy the additional yogurt in a three pack – and don’t be fooled by ACTUAL three packs that have the audacity of packaging a VARIETY of yogurts in the same box.
VARIETY is the enemy here.
I then present the NEW yogurt to all three boys with sweeping fanfare
of this is Rhett’s choice!
I
didn’t do the shopping last week.
This morning the boys reached into the fridge and found three DIFFERENT types of yogurt.
*gasp*
Ryan was first to the fridge and made his choice.
Reid was second and made his choice.
Rhett was left with
the odd yogurt out.
*insert ugly scene here*
Rhett(4): I WANT KEY LIME PIE YOGURT!
Reid(6):
You can’t. I am the guardian of the Key Lime Pie yogurt.
I AM THE GUARDIAN OF THE KEY LIME PIE YOGURT!
No, you are the guardian of screaming.
Two of my kids love the Key Lime Pie yogurt and won’t eat any other kind. I only like blackberry pomegranate.
Imagining the guarding letting people know his role makes me laugh.
oh my gosh. i wish i had read this yesterday, when i went to the craft store with my kids (which was also a mistake, in case you’re wondering). they had free balloons, so my toddler asked for one, and i went to get him one. the nice lady at the register asked if i wanted another for my one year-old, and i stupidly said no thank you, assuming that he wouldn’t care for a balloon. i mean, he can’t even walk. he’s like a huge lump of (very cute) porridge. anyway, we get in the car, and my younger son just happens to TOUCH my three year-old’s balloon, and boom: world war three. in my enclosed space of a car. i was kicking myself all the way home as i listened to one of my kids yell “he TOUCHED it! don’t TOUCH it!” and the other one cry because the first one was yelling at the top of his lungs for 10 minutes straight.
next time, i will get both balloons. and use protection.
we also buy three of everything. sometimes four in case one breaks or disappears.
As of now, I only buy 2 kinds of yogurt: Mommy’s (which my son has declined), and Hayden’s. Of Hayden’s, I buy only one kid at a time, so there is no complaining that he wants a different kind. When that’s used up, I get more. If he wants yogurt, he’ll eat what I have. We’ll see how long this works.