Somehow in the last 9 or so months that we have lived in McAlester, my kids have decided that they must have dessert every day after lunch. It doesn't have to be much, one piece of Halloween candy (yes, we still have some. We're down to tootsie rolls and dumdums now) or a cookie will do. But, it has to come after they finish their lunch. If you put it on their plate with their lunch it doesn't count. I figure one little tootsie roll a day won't hurt them. Plus, we really need to get rid of that candy.
But yesterday was a special day. We had celebrated Dakota's birthday on Friday with just the six of us and then again with family on Saturday, soooo we had leftover birthday cake. Just enough, in fact, for each of us to have a piece for dessert. Woohoo! I figured I would kill two birds with one stone-I would get rid of the leftover cake so that it wouldn't be calling my name in the middle of the night AND I would lock in my position as mom of the year by sharing it with my kids.
As the kids finished their lunches and started to head for the candy basket, I said "wait until everyone's finished with lunch and we've cleared the table. Then you can have dessert." While they were cleaning up the dishes, I went over and started slicing up the cake. I heard whispers behind me, "I think we're getting CAKE for dessert." "Look, mom's getting us CAKE!" I had that mom of the year trophy in the bag!
I handed each one their piece of cake (served of course on the left over "happy birthday" plates just for fun) to a chorus of "THANKS MOM" echoing through the kitchen. They sat down at the table and I took my piece and headed for the computer (gotta check facebook at lunchtime, ya know). The next thing I hear from the kitchen is, "hey, don't throw that cake away. If you don't want it give it to me!" Then, I see Landon walk by on his way to his room. I asked him if he was finished with his cake already and he said, "I don't like that cake" and left.
I didn't think too much of it and went on with my facebook reading. A few minutes later, he came back and stood beside me. I said, "What's up?" He put his face right up to mine, looked me right in the eyes and said with all seriousness, "You're trying to GET RID of me, aren't you?" I was kind of confused, so I said, "Why would you think something like that?" Still as serious as can be, he said, "Cause you maked me eat that cake and it's been sitting there WAY TOO LONG!" and then went back to his room.
I promise I didn't laugh until he left the room.
I never did convince him that I had only good intentions when I gave him that cake. I asked him about it again this morning and this is the look I got