Me: "Hey, Jack, do you want yogurt or applesauce with your lunch?"
Jack (throwing himself on the floor crying and unable to control his emotions): "I don't want applesauce! I want new pants!"
Then, not even 5 minutes later:
Jack: "Can I have some milk? I want milk. Mommy! I'm thewwwsty!"
Me: "Hang on, I'm getting it. Here you go."
Jack: "But this milk is cccooolllddd!!! I don't want cold milk!"
Uh, did you want me to heat it up for you? Because that would make me throw up. Seriously.
Oh, and earlier this morning I took Carter to the doctor and he's now on medication to help the inflammation in his lungs that is causing him to wheeze (the Albuterol isn't doin' anything for him) but it's not a yummy chewable pill, it's the kind you have to swallow. Soooo, in all my Mommy-wisdom I decide to (secretly) crush it and put it in his yogurt during lunch today. Great idea, right? Well, before I know it, I turn around and see him all but throwing up in the garbage can. "What are you doing!?" I
So, I did what any reasonable, smart, and quick thinking woman would do. I put the whole yogurt container in a zip lock baggy, set it in the refrigerator, and I will let his Dad
I'll let ya know how it all goes. Whew!