So there is this 60s song with the refrain... its soo easy, like stealing caaandy, from a baaaby... Anyway this little ditty has been stuck in my head all day because of an event (one of a series really) that took place last night. The sum total of the experience: stealing candy from a baby might be easy, but taking food from an Evie sets you up for a world of hurt.
It all started months ago. I had a cookie that Evie and I were sharing. She had eaten most of her portion of it and, after about an hour of inattention on the cookie front, I decided it would be OK for me to finish the rest of her half. Well about 2 minutes after I finished the cookie Evie asked me where the rest of it was. Of course I told her I had finished it, which set off a fit the likes of which I had not seen since the dark ages of the tantrum era. No matter how much I apologized she would not be consoled and not even the offers of a new cookie sated her displeasure with me. She was so miffed at my baked-good betrayal that she went around telling people for days how I stole the rest of her cookie.
That was such a memorable experience that I have made darn sure that I (almost) never finish off any food that is Evie's without getting express approval first. Patrick, on the other hand, is having a bit of a problem with this lesson. It is not due to any malice on his part, it is really more of a forgetfulness. He has a great ability to not remember the storms that rain down should someone knowingly, or in his case, unknowingly finish off Evie's meal.
Last night was a classic example. We were all in bed reading stories and Patrick and Evie were both eating slices of pizza. (A little bit of an unconventional dinner set up I know) Evie handed her piece to Patrick to hold while she went to find another book to read. She of course took her time finding the book, chatting to Oliver about something and then remembering that she had to go pee. Well by the time she made it back to the bed Patrick had forgotten which piece was which and had eaten her entire piece of pizza. He tried to give her his piece but she was not having any of it and just totally dissolved. Poor Patrick tried and tried to console her and apologize but she was offended like someone had just betrayed her in the worst way possible. (Did I mention that I might just have a drama queen for a daughter?) In the end she calmed down and accepted the apology and has not mentioned it again today, so I think Patrick is out of the woods this time. For the sake of family peace and harmony I really hope that it was the last time Evie's food goes "missing" :)
