Once again it was time for the Star Wars game. There was marathon cleaning and the creation of yumminess. Our girl inoocently donned a grey t-shirt bearing Lego & star wars logos and proudly displayed R2 and C3po. She rushed out to greet all of the guys that attended, monopolizing attention and generally having a grand time. And then...Ketu lifted her up far enough that she could see the layout of the goodies on the kitchen counter. A cupcake was requested. It was countered with the fact of a quickly approaching lunch.
Apparently lunch holds no power over the need for cupcake. She would say almost every minute, "I don't want that, I want a cupcake." And there was no room for bargaining - a bite of my lunch in order to get a cupcake, no thanks. "want cupcake!" We stuck to our guns, despite the yelling and the repeating refrain of cupcake, cupcake, cupcake (while the GM struggled not to laugh as I tried to talk through the toddler encoding mechanism) and insisted that she had to eat one bite of a broccoli bite in order to obtain her prize. After about 30 minutes she gave in, had that one bite and got to share a cupcake with me (yay, bonus me!)
Like mother like daughter? Stubborn sweettooth in the genetics, I swear :)
Apparently lunch holds no power over the need for cupcake. She would say almost every minute, "I don't want that, I want a cupcake." And there was no room for bargaining - a bite of my lunch in order to get a cupcake, no thanks. "want cupcake!" We stuck to our guns, despite the yelling and the repeating refrain of cupcake, cupcake, cupcake (while the GM struggled not to laugh as I tried to talk through the toddler encoding mechanism) and insisted that she had to eat one bite of a broccoli bite in order to obtain her prize. After about 30 minutes she gave in, had that one bite and got to share a cupcake with me (yay, bonus me!)
Like mother like daughter? Stubborn sweettooth in the genetics, I swear :)
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