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.
Harsh!
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.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.
Harsh!
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.
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.
Harsh!
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.
I love your dessert post. How sweet – I don’t want dessert I want fudge. 😀
*snort*
He’s definitely yours 🙂
I know that there are times when I’m just too full for desert. Usually about an hour later on I hear my wife chime “I’m in the mood for something sweet”
Thank you for your excellent take on the subject.
Brilliant distinction made – “fudge” could simply be considered an extension of “lunch.”
The boy has a point.. I think he and luke have been hanging out to much they are starting to sound a lot alike…
pretty cute though. 🙂
My son would fit right in with yours. Think you’d notice an extra? 😉 He’s a very picky eater who will often attempt to eat things he doesn’t really want if tempted with a dessert he truly loves.
My husband laughs at me because I always say “Well, I need to taper off on something sweet.” 🙂 I figure if I don’t actually call it dessert, it isn’t as fattening.
Everything’s a negotiation with kids!
On a side note, we have friends who, whey we go out to dinner, always eat dessert FIRST – they love it so much, they want to make sure there’s room for it!
🙂 Mommy, you said not to jump off the BED, not the ROOF!
And are we keeping Crocs in business or what?