I love sweets. Baked goods are my down fall. I think Sydney finally realized this.
We just got back from her Harvest Festival where she is loaded down with so much stuff, I thought we just got back from Candy Land. She asked if she could eat some and I said of course. Meanwhile, I will clean out the dishwasher... do some work.
I looked up while I was cleaning out the dishwasher and the look on her face tells me she's holding something in.
I ask, "Sydney, do you need to go to the bathroom."
She sighs and grunts, "Uh huh."
I emphatically reply, "Well, go upstairs! hurry!"
She hesitates. "Ok... but don't eat any of my treats. You keep doing your jobs. OK? I'll be right back!"
Poor kid needs to poop and all she's thinking about is, "If I leave my spot, should I risk my mom eating my treats OR should I take them with me?? She looks busy enough, I'll risk leaving it here with a warning."
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Recently, while at the coffee shop Audrey told me that if I was hungry I should have gotten my own muffin. Apparently, she didn't think we were sharing the muffin.
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