Sunday, November 29, 2009

It Finally Happened




I knew it was coming, and I always dread it.

Ryan, at 22 months, asked me for a cookie. No big deal, except he had already had way too many while we were decorating the cookies. Than he pulls it on me: "Mo coo-ee PEEEZE!!" Do you give in to that cute little asking-for-something-he-shouldn't-have-but-he-finally-remembered-to-say-please-all-on-his-own voice, or do you stick to your first answer?

My required answer was, "Thank you for saying 'please,' RyGuy, but no more cookies."

But really I was secretly just waiting to reward those cute little blue eyes with one more cookie. After dinner of course.