A few minutes later, I went to get him and he was in a better mood. Unfortunately, when brought into close proximity with said french toast again, he renewed his requests for more syrup. When I denied him again, and he started to whimper, I warned he would have to go right back up to his room if he cried more. He looked at me and said, "Mom Mean. Where Dada?" I told him Dad was at work, but Dad would tell him the same thing as mean old Mom. No more Syrup. He did not think that was true, "No Dada nice." He insisted. Great. We are apparently already trying to play one parent off the other. And why am I getting the short stick here!? (Probably because dad IS nicer and WOULD give him unlimited syrup.)
On a side note--French toast used to be my favorite. Back when I was trying to lose weight, I made a splenda pumpkin pie. I substituted Splenda for Sugar, Egg beaters for eggs, skim milk for cream and apple sauce for shortening in the crust. It was too much and the pie was awful. But, at the same time I was delighted to trade the good, thick, soft bread for my low fat, tiny, skinny, bread, the eggs for egg beaters, the syrup for no sugar syrup and the butter for spray on no cal butter. If I could still have french toast, it was okay. I have made one trade since then--I use the good bread. This morning though, my french toast with egg beaters, skim milk, no sugar syrup and spray on butter tasted like Splenda pie. Maybe I am losing the desire to stay skinny! Hahaha.
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I thought I'd commented on this - I've talked about it to several people. Senility isn't a pretty thing!
It's so funny that he's already learning to play you by calling you mean.
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