temptation

A quick story about something that happened this morning. . .

Bennett and I are part of a playgroup. There are about twenty families that regularly participate in meetups. As would be expected with a playgroup, several of the kids are within six months of his same age.Therefore, we've been invited to several birthday parties in recent months. This morning was yet another party for someone turning two. The mom had made very cute funfetti cupcakes and had them displayed on a cake stand in the middle of the dining room table.

When we arrived, the kids were to play in the living room for a while before partaking in lunch and dessert. Bennett had a great time playing with his friends and with the birthday girl's toys. Even though he had walked in and out of the dining room several times, he hadn't seemed too interested in the cupcakes. Until we sat down for lunch, that is.

We were served pizza and pasta salad (two things Bennett really likes to eat!) He had one bite of pizza and then started pointing and grunting, "dat!" toward the cupcake stand. I couldn't get him to eat anything else, despite my explanation that there would be no cupcakes without having lunch first. "Do you see all the other boys and girls eating lunch before they get a cupcake?" Didn't matter. He wanted a cupcake. We had to leave before they even finished lunch because there was no way I was going to torture him and make him watch six other kids eat a cupcake while he didn't get one. But even more importantly, I wasn't going to back down from that rule. Even if I looked like a mean mommy to the others. Gotta get the better carbs in before the sweet carbs.

In rebellion, he wet his pants and carseat on the way home. We were less than a block away and he had peed in their toilet less than ten minutes prior. Stinker. :)