The Great Bamboozler
A story about a headache and selective memory.
BW has a headache. This doesn’t mean she lost her memory.
When I come home, BW is in bed. I stopped on the way home and bought some pizza dough. Usually we’re spoiled with homemade pizza dough but the chef was out with a headache so - desperate times.
I come home, assemble pizza, bake pizza and feed pizza to the child. When dessert comes time comes around the child tells me “maybe later”. Oh, Okay. Weird, but whatever.
Child disappears, I clean up the kitchen.
A little later the child comes down the stairs looking for dessert. BW hears this conversation and tells her no. Why? Because the child had dessert first tonight and conveniently forgot to tell me.
Cue the screaming.
You see, as soon as the child got home from school she was whisked away for a haircut. I don’t know all the particulars but essentially the child had junk food and sweets before and after the haircut. I think chips and twizzlers were involved.
Once I learned of the sugar count in her bloodstream I too nixed the dessert too
Did I mention there was screaming?
The screaming was short lived because she heard both BW and I tell her no and she knew she was caught…she didn’t lie - she omitted. Yes - that’s the word - she omitted.
She committed to the deal she had made with mommy about no dessert. she had all that junk before dinner and then omitted the parts where she had all that crap when the haircut story was related to me.
When she was protesting, I told her that there’s nothing I can do because mommy is the boss. Full stop.
Also … nice try on the bamboozling attempt - but you got busted.
Until next time,
TH and Co.
PS> We had an orange before bed. I call it a compromise. Nobody goes to bed hungry here