Snack

Wm came home from school yesterday and wanted a snack…

Wm: Can I have a snack?

Me: Sure.

[pause]

Wm: Are you going to get it?

Me: No.

Wm: Why not?

Me: Because I'm not your servant and you are old enough to get your own snack.

Wm: Ugh. Pleeeeeease? 

Me: Get your own snack, man. There's a ton of stuff in there - go look.

Wm: PLEEEEEASE!!! 

Me: [ignore]

Wm: MOOOOOOOM!

Me: There are some cherries in the kitchen. Go get some of those. Or an apple.

Wm: NOTHING HEALTHY.

And then the little bugger starved until dinner rather than get his own snack or eat fruit. It was taco night, so he was then pleased as punch and cleaned his plate (and even ate his carrots). Tacos are a favorite Wm dinner. 

We went to Mimi's for a belated Thanksgiving/Steve's birthday celebration and Guy let Wm (and Steve!) play his accordion. Wm LOVES the accordion. 

Also, Mimi and Guy's cat, Winston, lays hilariously - with his back legs splayed out behind him (Mimi said he does this when he's exhausted, which makes sense, since we ran him ragged).

He even let Wm pet him!!