cheekysuze

My daughter loves her sugar, which is one reason we call her Sweets. She’ll ask for cookies or something chocolate right after breakfast. I hold out, of course, until after lunch (at least). She even distinguishes between a sweet and a dessert. A sweet is early in the day, and dessert is after dinner, for those of you who don’t know. So when she asked for her “second frosty” one night, I thought she meant the leftover chocolate milkshake she’d put in the fridge the day before. I tried to convince her she didn’t want it. I tried to distract her. I even tried my hardest to not move, which didn’t work either (go figure).

Finally, I went downstairs to the kitchen to get it. Sometimes it’s easier to give in than to argue, and she had eaten all her dinner. The moment I was gone, she turned to her daddy and said, “Now can you help me start my movie?” She had been watching her favorite, Frosty the Snowman, and wanted to watch the sequel. The Second Frosty. Not a milkshake.

She ever so graciously thanked me for the milkshake when it arrived, and we all had a good chuckle over it. And Sweets, she had a full belly, a movie, and a chocolate mustache. Does it get any better than that?

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