Me: "Um, no. It's too early for cookies. You need breakfast."
Q: "Can I have a cookie for breakfast?"
Me: "No, cookies are not breakfast food."
Q: "Why they not breakfast food?"
Me: "Uh. They are not breakfast food because...they are not that good for you."
Q: "Can I have a fruit snack"
Me: "Nope. You need breakfast first."
Q: "I NEED TO GO PEE PEE!"
Me (insert hint of panic): "Go tell daddy you need to go, I have to finish changing Sheldon"
Q races down the hall, and I hear a small voice:
"DADDY? Um, can I have a cookie?"
Of course, I start freaking out because everyone knows that Daddies give out cookies at all hours. To Daddies, cookies fall under the general category of FOOD. Quinten (the little sneak) has realized this and has decided to sacrifice his bladder's comfort for the sake of a cookie.
"NOOOOOO! You can NOT HAVE A COOKIE! HE NEEDS TO GO PEE PEE! HE NEEDS TO GO PEE PEE!" I'm screaming. Not in anger; in panic. The time table for a forgetful two year old to use the facilities is small, and we are losing time here.
He made it to the bathroom. I made a resolution to remain calm. I make this resolution over and over and over, several times an hour. Q didn't get his cookie until much, much later in the day. He ate about three bites of cereal instead.
The End.
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