We took supper out to Daddy tonight at work because he is working a 13 hour day. (Yeah, craziness.) While we were waiting for it to bake and the three of us were getting ourselves together to go out there, I let my 3 1/2 year old have two graham crackers with chocolate icing on them.
Supper, what supper?
Daddy didn't quite understand why Little R. wasn't eating, but before Little R. got in trouble, I bailed him out by admitting what I had done.
Those kind of things are few and far between - but Little R. thought I was the coolest mom for part of tonight!
(Oh, and J's been sleeping since 7:00. The last time she ate was 4:30 at the sitter's. Am I concerned she'll be up and ready to face the world at 2:00 a.m.? Yes, thanks for asking...)
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