This morning Chris gives Max a sippy cup with milk in it and Max rejects it (read - throws a tantrum and yells). Chris thinks he's giving in and pours some Slimfast in with the milk, not just fake pours it either like we usually do but actually gives Max some. Max still rejects the milk (read - yells again at the top of his lungs) and points to the pantry. I see this and tell Chris I think he wants the Nestle Quik. Chris gives me an exasperated look and gets out the nestle quik. He pretends to pour some in the sippy cup with the lid still on. Max still won't take it (once again this involves yelling) and he points at the silverware drawer. I tell Chris that Max understands that you have to STIR the chocolate milk. So Chris gets out a spoon, with a look of "you've got to be kidding me" on his face, stirs the milk, puts the lid back on, and hands the cup to Max. Max smiles and starts to drink, happy as can be.
Chris says I created a monster.
I think we have a kid who knows what he wants, knows what is involved in getting what he wants, and knows exactly how to get his parents to do it. What can I say? I'm whooped. But wouldn't you be too by this face?
