According to The Mad Hatter, there are some new rules in this house.
It’s been a long few days with the flooding and all, so when the sun came out this afternoon, we took full advantage of having some good friends over for a playdate, spending a few glorious hours outside, burning off energy and enjoying the beautiful and dry weather.
The playdate ran its course after a few hours, as most do, and by the end of the day, I was
ready to run out the door when Daddy walked in slightly frustrated with the MH, who was having some minor sharing issues.
At the last minute, I’d remembered that I should probably put dinner on the table, and took out some chicken to defrost, but when the hubby walked in, I was still trying to figure out what to do with it.
Being the wonderful husband he is, he suggested ordering takeout, and off to Panera he and the little princess went.
I should probably interject here that it’s Passover, and therefore I’m not eating any bread
and for unknown religious reasons/rules most other normal foods, but the hubby is not observing. His choice, and I could really care less.
BUT. I ordered a salad, while he feasted on a delicious looking panini, and a side of bread. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t look and smell delicious.
When he finished his own meal and reached into my potato chip bag, my instant response was “Hey! You got bread!”
And the Mad Hatter says:
“Daddy wants what he wants, and he gets what he wants, whenever he wants it. Anything he wants he can have, and that’s the rules.”
I guess I’ve been put in my place.
Author’s note: I jumped out of my chair immediately to blog about this, and the whole time, MH has been bringing me chips out of her own bag. Apparently she is firm on her rules, but still willing to share.
Seriously, where do they come up with this stuff?