I am a big fan of dessert.
Don’t even THINK of taking me out to eat and skipping the most important course. If I had to choose I would choose dessert over all the other courses. It is that good.
Blog-Stedman can take or leave dessert. Leave dessert?
Leave without having dessert?
Obviously, opposites attract.
Love conquers all…even dessert disparity.
The boys inherited my dessert-loving genes. Blog-Stedman must have some recessive sweet-tooth genetic material because the boys not only LOVE dessert…
They LIVE for it.
More accurately, they EAT for it.
No meal is entered without a dessert end game.
What’s for dessert?
How many bites do I have to finish before I get dessert?
Dessert. Dessert. DESSERT!
It was so out of hand I had to put a stop to it. A new rule: If anyone asks for dessert – there will be NO DESSERT.
Period. Not now. Not later.
I reserve the right to serve dessert at any given time when deemed appropriate by me if NO ONE MENTIONS the “D” word. It will be without warning. It will be yummy.
The boys are not embracing the new system but they are playing along. They seem to understand that I hold the keys to future dessert so they must cooperate. They have no choice. I mean, it is DESSERT.
At lunch today Rhett(4) said, “Mommy when I eat all my food can I have fudge?”
The other two boys *gasped*
They simultaneously turned toward their little brother with horrified expressions and in unison loud whispered, “DO NOT ASK FOR DESSERT!”
They then looked to me and started a verbal campaign to expel Rhett from their brotherhood as to not jeopardize future desserts.
Meanwhile, Rhett is watching and listening with a puzzled look on his face…
Mommy, I want FUDGE, not dessert.