Why are you starving me, mama?
Maya has three (count ‘em, 1, 2, 3) different snacks sitting on the coffee table. Apples, white cheese puffs, Luna bar…all relatively healthful (hey, I said relatively) and tasty. She also has milk and water readily available. Yet again and again, she comes to me and signs “more.” Or “please.” If I ask her what she wants, she leads me to the pantry.
No. We’re not opening snack number four. She is beyond mad at me right now.
Comment by Alison
August 8, 2006 @ 8:50 pm
God bless this age, no?
Tonight I was trying to *secretly* eat an ice cream cone…DH outs me to G! I then offer a LICK to G, um, hi, he walks.off with my cone…then he got MAD when I took a bite. HELLO?
Sigh. And it was my low-fat stash. So off to buy “regular” cones for the boys tomorrow…
Even when G is melting down, it’s still kind of cute. Well, cute if I’m ok…if it’s been a long day, that is another story!
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