Who Are You Kidding?

Kids come in all kinds, even when they come from the same womb. Again today koko D here didn't finish his dinner. I was a little mad because I had asked him 3 times during dinner if he was able to finish it. And 3 times he said "Yes Mommy!" If he had said no, I would have dished out some of his onto my plate and eaten it for him.

Anyway, he was eating really slow. He talked more than he ate (darn, I need to replace my broken kitchen timer quick). In the end, he gave up. Well, I had gotten some sweets today while out shopping. Knowing how passionate my kids are about junk food, I told koko D that he wasn't getting any because of the wasted food.

If this happened to che-che K, she would probably sulk, show pathetic face, and drop a tear or two. Later she would file for a petition.

How did koko D take it? He came upstairs and adamantly declared "I don't like that sweet." Hahahah. Who are you kidding my dear son? Are you trying to convince me or yourself? You already delightfully indulged yourself in it earlier today. Hahaha.

This is not the first time. This is koko D's style of handling mommy's restraining orders. When I deprive him of something that he obviously likes, he tries to get back at you by telling you that he didn't like it in the first place. Sort of like saying "Your punishment isn't a punishment. Neh, neh, neh, neh, neh."

Such cunningness. I don't know whether to be proud or to be worried.