Maya holds her snack baggie of natural cheetohs (if you haven’t tried them, they’re really, reallllllly good), and wanders around the house. The dogs are outside, so all is well. Katie paws at the door, asking to come in.

Crates! I yell … there’s no way Maya gets to finish her snack if the dogs are loose in the house.

A few minutes later, Maya heads straight to the dog crates, snack in hand.

Maya, that baggie is your snack. You may eat it, or you may feed it to the dogs, but that’s all you’re getting this morning.

Maya nods, and eats another cheetoh. A moment later, I glance over to see the empty snack bag on the floor.

Fish? Fish? Maya wants another snack.

I consider it for a few seconds, then realize that I just CANNOT give her more, even if she is hungry. We had a deal, and she made a choice. Even if it really pisses her off, she has to live with the consequence of her choice. She’s the one crying, but I feel like such a tyrant!

Sorry, Boo. You decided to share your snack with Katie and Clay. That’s all you get until lunchtime.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! MAAAAMAAAA!

SIGH.