Chocolate
Nora and I went to the store to get supplies for static palatography and bought a Ritter Sport Marzipan bar. In line she explained to everyone, individually, that chocolate is her favorite thing to eat and that her daddy would be sharing the chocolate with her.
In the car on the way home she said, “Daddy, can we eat some of the chocolate in the car?”
Me: “oh no, sorry, Nora, we’re going to eat dinner right when we get home.”
Nora: *pause* “So can we have some chocolate NOW?”
Me: “no, sorry, love, we’d spoil our dinner if we ate chocolate now.
We’ll eat dinner when we get home and then you can have some chocolate
after, okay? I promise.”
*long pause*
Nora: “but… but, Daddy,” she asks in her i’m-figuring-something-out voice, “Daddy, if we eat dinner first it will spoil our chocolate.”
I have rarely been more proud.
October 25th, 2011 at 10:45 am
This is a great story!! What a very smart girl!!!
October 28th, 2011 at 10:21 am
She definately has yours and Jennie’s genes. Plus dark chocolate is considered a heart-healthly food. Good thinking, Nora.
October 31st, 2011 at 2:58 pm
Oh Nora! I like the way you think. Kacie does too. We’ve had similar negotiations lately around here. XOXOX!!!