Oliver is getting wise as to the ways of Wearing Your Parent Down. And holy crap, is he ever getting good at it...
He: Can we buy Fruit Loops?
He: Why not?
Me: Because it's an expensive box of food colouring and sugar, and I don't have money for that. Have a cookie instead.
He: Well, can we have Lucky Charms then?
Me: Tsk. C'mon, man...
He: But, the cereal part is just cereal! And the sugar parts are just teeny tiny marshmallows... there's hardly any sugar in those parts.
Martin: Pfft. I'll buy you one box, and not another one again for a year.
He: *incredulously* A year?!
(For the record, I don't have any aversions to sugar, really - it's the very idea of spending seven dollars on that kind of junky stuff that kills me.)
Me: Oliver, you don't even like cereal that much.
He: *flatly* Yes, I do.
Me: *cocks eyebrow* You won't eat it with milk though...
He: *thinks* Well, I'd still eat all of it. Why does it matter if I have it with milk or not?
Me: *thinks* Um... (crap!) *thinks* So, you want to eat it out of the box while you watch tv, is that it?
He: Well, I'd put it in a little ramekin.
Martin: How about this - we can buy some the next time we're on vacation... like, the "special foods" we get sometimes... Doritos, Coke, all that stuff... and you can have it then. On vacation.
Me: And since you won't likely finish the box in one weekend, how about when we get back, if you finish the box at home *raises eyebrows and points carefully at him* WITH MILK, then I might consider buying another box of the stuff before the year is out. Deal?
He: *thinks* Okay, deal.
Me: Okay then.
He didn't whine, or stamp his feet, or cry about it - he knows better than that, of course. But if he can be this reasonable and apply this kind of rationale to an argument, then I could at least consider his wishes carefully, I reckon. Le sigh. This is going to get trickier as we go along, I'll bet.
He: Um, can it be vacation this weekend? *eyebrows high and hopeful*
He: Well, the weekend is no school... that's like a vacation, right?
Me: You are pushing.
He: Okay, okay... *smiles, pleased with himself*
Smug, persuasive bugger.
He's going to make a great lawyer some day.
Have your kids discovered the art of wearing you down yet? Do you give in?!
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