The CEO ain’t no Dr. Spock (I’m only occasionally Mr. Spock) but even I know that it’s bad precedent to yield to the Jr. VP once the law has been laid down. So last night, even though in truth I didn’t give a flying fart as to whether or not the lad finished his last bites of applesauce, the Kjel.org parental units had spoken and the CFO and I had to make our stand. I’m done!! I want cookies!! No, you have to finish your applesauce. No!!!!! Take your last bites and then you can have some cookies. I’m done!! Cookies!! Repeat. Add in a little screaming and stomping and rolling around on the kitchen floor. Continue for five minutes.
Then, a moment of clarity for the lad. You could almost see the light bulb flip on over his head. Wait, I like applesauce. What am I screaming about? If I take more bites of it, I then get to have cookies. 1.5 seconds later he was up and running for the table. Applesauce!! Yay!! He attacked that sauce like he’d just been bitten by a cobra and applesauce was the anti-venom. He finished and smiled as if the last five minutes hadn’t happened, then very nicely said May I please have some cookies? Of course you can have some cookies, let me get them for you. Upon opening his little bag of cookies he gets out two cookies but doesn’t eat them. In his sweet little voice: Mommy? Daddy? You want a cookie? I did.
