Last night, after Grizzled finished his vegetable-laden, heart-healthy dinner... I knew what was coming,
G: "Do we have anything fun to eat?? I want a candy bar!!!"
Me: "No... there are no candy bars, because you, for the 1000th time since I've known you, have asked that I not buy fun stuff, and that I try to jam even more plant-life into your meals... which, as you'll recall, I am fine with... but I am getting tired of then catching crap for not having anything fun in the house."
Fast forward to dance class time for YL...
G: "Will you please pick up some candy bars when you're taking YL to dance? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?"
Me: "No... I look like hell, I'm covered with dust bunnies and paint... no, I'm not going to stop and buy candy bars. Besides, you said you're trying to eat less crap."
Fast forward to the drive to dance class:
YL: "Are you going to stop and get candy bars??"
Me: "No. But I think when I get back, I'll tell your father that I'll make him cookies if he picks you up and then does carpooling for EL."
YL: "That sounds like a bribe."
Me: "That's a negotiation. Marriage is full of them."
YL: "But it sounds more like a bribe..."
Me: "Bribes tend to be illegal. There's nothing illegal with me baking your father a few cookies... Now get out of the car. I'll see you in an hour."
YL: "Don't you mean Dad will see me in an hour? You'll be busy baking bribery cookies."
Me: "Get out."
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