My oldest son loves sweets. I can't fault him--I do too.
Tonight, I really missed out on a nomination for mother of the year--for dinner, we had cereal. I'd had a long hard day. I didn't want to cook. I didn't want fast food. And I didn't want to brave a restaurant during the Friday night dinner rush. So we had cereal. Well, my oldest refused to eat cereal. He refused everything I offered him. So I left him to fend for himself. And his choice was toast, one slice with jelly, and one slice with cinnamon sugar. About half way into eating, he asked if he could have root beer to drink. I said no. Thirty seconds later, I hear him stirring chocolate syrup into a glass of milk.
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