A few weeks ago Cece, being the awesome big sister that she is, brought home a box of Oreo ice cream bars as a treat for her and her little sisters. Now usually you mention Oreo anything to me and I’m ALL FOR IT, but when she’d asked me had I wanted one, I’d respectfully declined as I didn’t quite have a taste for anything sweet that night.
Or so I thought.
Fast forward to Mimi walking around the house with hers, taking small bites here and there and then finally deciding that something else had peaked her interest and she no longer wanted her ice cream.
Mimi: “Here mommy, hold this.”
Me: “If you don’t want it just give it to daddy, he’ll eat it.”
Mimi: “Here daddy…”
Hubs: “No thank you baby, I don’t want it.”
Mimi: *looks back at me* “Daddy no want it.”
Me: “Okay Pooks, give it here.”
Mimi: *proceeds to run off to her sisters’ room*
Hubs: “You’re gonna eat that?”
Me: “No, I don’t even want it. Have you tasted it?”
Hubs: “Nope. Not interested.”
Me: *takes a small bite* “It tastes quite interesting to say the least…” *takes another small bite*
Five minutes later…
Me: *looks over to my husband shamefully with empty Popsicle stick in hand* “Now see, this is exactly why you don’t ask me to hold any food!!”
Hubs: “That ice cream didn’t stand a chance.”