So, Pancake and I were doing crafts on the couch this Sunday. She has a kid's knitting tool, I have my counted cross stitch. Everyone was settling down for a nap. Mr. Hall put the wee Mac down, despite his howling protests. I nestled on the couch. It was a good two hours before I surfaced. I can't tell you people how much I luuurrrvvvess the naps.
I gain 10 IQ points per half hour of nap. And my mood-OH MY GAWD! I'm all happy and talking in my faux french accent again.
Anywhoodle. When I woke up, I woke up Pancake and said, "Let's go shopping before the others wake up." Two seconds later she's by the door, shoes on and everything. Faster than a speeding bullet I tells ya.
Then we're driving along. I'm chewing on a chocolate granola bar and drinking Diet Coke. Now, I have problem with DC. I will drink up to 10 cans a day if left to my own devices. I realize I have a problem. That's why I stopped drinking the stuff. Except this day, I needed the burn and jolt that only comes from the sweet, sweet DC. Oh MANNA FROM HEAVEN!!
Then, I began passing the DC and granola bar to Pancake. She sipped quietly and chewed thoughtfully. She looked at me with wide eyes. Then, with a small voice she said, "Momma? Why do I get to have soda and the bar today?"
I could tell the wheels had been turning in her head. She never gets soda and those bars are my bars. Even Daddy can't have any. So, as you might guess, this was huge for her. I think I scared her a little.
"Oh," I said, "You've been such a good girl today, and I could tell you had so much fun at church and Mommy is so proud of you."
She didn't respond to that. She just kept staring at me, then the soda and then the chocolate granola bar. She was all tight lipped, silent and amazed. I bet she was thinking, "Best to just let it happen and say nothing."
tee hee hee.
It's important to mess with your kid's head once in a while