This is how Lauren is making me squishy. I don't say fat, because I don't think I'm necessarily fat, I'm just a little squishy around the edges.Yesterday started off with "Mommy, I wanna make some muffins". We haven't made muffins in months - since we live with my in-laws. Why? Because I love all things bread. My name is Kiersti, and I'm a bakedgoodsaholic. I try to avoid them whenever possible, but when your 2 year old says out of the blue that she wants to make muffins, and it's so cute, you just make muffins.
So I made the muffins. I only had 1 warm, delicious, fresh out of the over muffin and I was going to call it good. Then Lauren came upstairs, and I gave her a muffin. And this is our conversation:
Lo "Mmm, yummy muffin, isss beary good"
Me "Oh, good, I'm glad it's beary good"
Lo "You have one, Mom?"
Me "No, I already had one, I don't want another one"
Lo "You sit in this chair and have a muffin, Mom"
Me "I don't want one"
Lo "Mmm, isss beary good, sit in this chair and have a muffin, Mom"
I caved. How could I not cave? And when I finished that one, she tried to get me to eat another one!! Luckily, I was able to restrain myself that time. But how am I supposed to maintain self control with this kind of trickery?????