The Best-Laid Plans
Today is the day. WAS the day. The long-awaited ornery-ectomy was to take place for BigBoy #2. This morning he needed it, bad. The fighting, crying and yelling that began as soon as the boys woke just about did me in. But today was going to be the beginning of the end of sickness for BigBoy #2. Out with the tonsils and adenoids, in with the happy, feeling good boy. Those plans were changed. By yogurt. 3 ounces of Dannon Smoothie Strawberry Burst yogurt. BigBoy #2 is a big breakfast eater so I knew it would be a challenge to keep him from eating this morning. He was allowed popsicles and jello, though, so I thought that would be a delight to any little 3 year old. Popsicles for breakfast!! He wanted yogurt. I said no. He said yes. Yada yada. I won the battle for a while. I intercepted an almost intereference when I found him disobediently grabbing a yogurt out of the fridge. We had done our best to explain why this was not an option for him. And he gets popsi...