It is customary for my boys to have a snack before bedtime. This can be done while viewing a show or if I am doing the nighttime routine solo, I prefer the boys have their treat in the kitchen (logistically easier to manage and clean).
Heading into our usual nighttime ritual, I put Full Speed in the shower downstairs. As he careened out of the stall upon shower completion (bathing makes him insanely energetic as does pretty much anything like breathing, eating and just generally being alive), he shouts over his shoulder, “What’s my treat for tonight?”
Despite his extreme spasticity, he had the wherewithal to notice that T.Puzzle was already headed to the kitchen table to get his Cheerios. Full Speed was dying to know what he was going to have.
“Your treat is that I am your mother,” I deadpanned.
He was shocked into silence (score!).
Ah, the power of a good smart aleck remark. Mostly I use these kind of statements for good and sometimes just for my own entertainment. Clearly, my social calendar could use some serious resuscitation.
And, for the record, Full Speed not only got the continued wonder of having me as his mother, but he got some cookies, too (much to his relief).