This morning Ashlyn requested some toast, so I gladly popped some bread in the toaster and then lathered it with yummy all-natural Blackberry jam. I placed it triumphantly in front of her and she promptly burst into tears. This aggravated me because there was no effort to communicate, she went straight to crying. So in order to help out her future spouse and teach her to communicate she was sent "the chair" until she is done crying and would take the effort to tell me what was so horribly wrong.
A minute or two passed, her tears dried up and her sad tale unfolded as she told of desiring her toast buttered with NO jam on it, something she has never wanted before but this morning her heart was set upon it. Her mother being truly amazing and all-foreseeing was suppose to have known that. Imagine the horror and betrayal she felt as her bread was instead smeared with disgusting Blackberry jam and laid before her to eat.
After hearing this sad tale my heart failed to melt with pity, I am not a fan bursting into tears about how your toast it done and I am a fan of Blackberry jam. So I offered a solution...I would butter her toast so it would turn into a delicious butter & jam piece of toast.
But she would have none of it! Butter and jam? No way! So I gave her my final option...eat her toast with the jam or with butter & jam or excuse herself from breakfast.
Now some of you might think this is mean, just make the girl another piece of toast. But you don't understand what that does...it's like opening Pandora's Box. It instantly turns me into a short order chef and Ashlyn into a picky, demanding little consumer. I am not interested in running around my kitchen all day making special orders. And I am certainly not interested in throwing away a yummy piece of toast because my kids are spoiled.
So there she sat in "the chair" staring into space no doubt day dreaming of toast spread with just butter. Until she made her decision...that jam and butter didn't sound so bad after all. She munched away quite happily on her toast until it was all gone and then she proceeded to ask for another piece of toast...with jam...NO butter.
Are you kidding me? I just spent the last twenty minutes of my life trying to get her to eat toast with jam on it and now that's all she wants. Do you think our kids are trying to make us go crazy or are they just naturally that good at it?!