humor, motherhood

Victory

Full Speed clunked his way through the school library doors.  The past couple days tested him.  A cold slowed his usual enthusiasm for life and by the looks of him, I knew his day drained what little energy he had left.  He sat in silence while I finished up my volunteer tasks.  Once T.Puzzle arrived, we made our way to the car.

I asked Full Speed point-blank, “What did you have for lunch?”

He said, “Nothing.”

Nothing!  Alarm bells rang loud and clear in my head.  He passed on breakfast and instead of forcing the issue, I made him promise to eat something at lunch.

Once lunchtime arrived, his appetite would reappear.  I counted on that and said as much to him.

To hear him say he ate nothing all day seemed unacceptable.

“You.  Are eating dinner.  No negotiation.  Understand me?” I said.

He nodded in defeat.

Later, at the dinner table as T.Puzzle described his luncheon with the principal (as an honor, not a punishment, thank goodness!), something in the way Full Speed’s eyes twinkled, made me question if he skipped lunch.

“Full Speed, did you really not eat lunch?” I said.

Silence.

“Full Speed?”

No answer.

“Alright, I guess I’ll just look it up on your lunch account and find out for myself.”

“Yes!  I had lunch!  Okay?” he said.

“Why would you lie about that?” I said.

“Because then I would have to admit you were right.  My appetite did come back and I was hungry.  I already had two days of feeling sick.  I couldn’t admit that my mom was right and I was wrong on top of that!”

Like a lunch after hours of not eating, victory never tasted so sweet.

 

Victory

children, family, happiness, humor, kids, motherhood, parenting

Spaghetti Love

To start off Mad Dog’s vacation time, we took the boys out for a celebratory dinner.  The hostess and the waitress both  commented on how polite and well-behaved they boys were.  I guess when Santa is watching it is in everyone’s best interest to remember your manners.

When the food arrived, T.Puzzle dove into his spaghetti and meatballs with such fervor, it appeared as if he had not been fed in weeks.  He was quite entertaining to watch as he lovingly slurped up each sauce covered noodle.

“Don’t eat too much or your stomach might hurt,” I warned him.

He let out deep sigh.  “It’s hurting already but I’m still going to keep eating.”

How’s that for commitment?

Yum!