2 years, 5 months.
Last night during dinner, you willingly ate all of the food Mommy had put on your plate, but you also made it clear throughout dinner that you had an agenda.
I heard you keep optimistically muttering, “I get purple Popsicle…”
This is an idea you crafted on your own. No one had even been talking about the frozen grape juice treats in the freezer.
But I suppose you had caught a glimpse of them at some point while Mommy was making dinner.
After finishing all the food on your plate, without saying a word, you just hopped out of your chair, ran over to the freezer, and brought me the Popsicle to unwrap for you.
No words were needed.
You know me. You know how to negotiate.
It was fair deal: Eat all your dinner, then just correctly assume I’ll let you have a Popsicle without any fuss.
You finished about half of your treat before you had your fill. Not to mention, you got a little concerned with you looked down and announced, “Oh no! Boo boo!”
I then explained that it was just part of the Popsicle that had dripped down on your leg.
You had become a purple mess.