During the sharing of summer sausage, cheese, and crackers mentioned in the earlier post, this conversation also ensued.
L1: You gave me cheese! I wanted summer sausage! Give me summer sausage!!!
L2 (very, very calmly): You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.
L1 and L2 were sharing a bag of summer sausage/cheese/crackers during a recent road trip. I had given the ziplock bag to L2 and put him in charge of sharing.
Heard slightly later…
L2: It’s all gone…
L1: Let me check!
L2: Okay, you can check.
L1: I can’t check when you you’re holding it! Give it to me!
L2: No!
L1: GIVE IT TO ME!
L2: No, you won’t give it back!
L1: Yes, I will!
L2: No, you won’t!
L1: Yes, I will!
L2: No, you won’t!
Ad infinitum…..
DH enjoys Mexican food, so Taco Bell and Taco Tuesdays at Del Taco and our infamous free year of combo meals at Taco Bueno has ensure d that our boys have long been exposed to tacos and quesadillas.
Regardless, they can never remember what a taco is called. They know they don’t want a quesadilla (what I always used to order them), but can’t remember the word “taco.”
“Mommy, we want those yellow things,” they say, pointing to the menu.
It took a bit of trial and error, but we have verified that it is tacos they want. Last time at Taco Bueno, I ordered them a nacho platter to share. They ate it obediently after pointing out that it didn’t have the yellow things that daddy was eating.
But next time in Del Taco: “Mommy, we want those yellow things. Last time you got us something different. We don’t want something different. We want those yellow things.”
Thankfully, it was Taco Tuesday.
Funny quote for the day from L2 as we read the story of Jesus’ trial: “Pilate is in the Easter story and Pilate is on a ship and says ‘Argh!'”