Martin had a "work thing" a few nights ago, and I gave Peyton the choice for dinner: stay at home and make spaghetti, or cruise over to the nearby Chick-fil-A for some yummy fried goodness.
You guessed it - Miss Perfect Pants picked stay at home and make spaghetti, much to my disappointment (I love me some Chick-fil-A). Knowing she was right in her decision, I obliged. My little sous chef and I whipped up some awesomely (un)flavorful whole wheat spaghetti with turkey meat sauce and a side salad. As Peyton twirled and slurped her noodles, I dreamt about Polynesian sauce, waffle fries, and chicken nuggets.
Following dinner, Peyton grabbed her allowed two treats from the treat bucket for dessert. She gobbled up her Hershey kiss and nerds in about six seconds flat. She then asked in her most convincing tone possible, "Mommy, since I have been such a good girl today, and because I was such a good helper tonight, may I please have two more insy binsy treats?"
"Of course, Peyton. You're right - you are a good girl. Go grab two more insy binsy treats."
I fully expected to see Peyton come back with two bite sized candy bars, a lollipop, or some bubble gum. But, no, my child takes the term "insy binsy" very literally. She showed up with one teeny tiny little gummy lifesaver (instead of the whole roll) and one minuscule hard candy from her Sofia candy necklace.
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