Today I was nursing the baby in a back room when I heard the door open. A. and E. were supposedly playing in the backyard, but this was undeniably little feet, making their way to the pantry and then back through the door. When I checked it out, I found evidence that Someone had gotten into the raisin canister and was enjoying an Unauthorized Snack.
I have to control A.’s snacks, as she likes to fill up and then refuse real meals. She is also sneaky. I knew it was her. I didn’t have to see her to know this. She was guilty, I was convinced.
A few minutes later, I was back to my nursing and I heard someone come into the house. This time the little person made it down the hallway on the way to a bathroom. I looked at her. She looked at me.
“No more raisins,” I said.
She stared at me with a blank look. The seconds ticked by. After what seemed an eternity to me, I began to doubt myself. I tried not to change my facial expression as I silently wondered if I could have been wrong.
“No more raisins,” I repeated. I was calling her bluff here. Two minutes later, and still she stood motionless and expressionless.
Suddenly, she broke into a big smile.
“Okay!” she sang, and skipped away.
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That’s so funny! First Daughter found a stash of raisins in the diaper bag today and helped herself. (These were the special in the little box that we don’t eat at home raisins and she knew it!)