Tonight we were playing 'Chef Mommy' when R requested dessert as reward for his clean plate. I informed him that dessert was not on the menu tonight.
"Please..." he persisted.
"No, my sir, your Mommy informed me that you had already had enough sweet treats today." I retorted in Chef Mommy character.
"But you ARE my Mommy!"
This turned into a silly game where I insisted I was the Chef, not the Mommy. Through giggles the children took turns insisting I was, in fact, their Mommy.
"How do you know?" I teased.
"You have her hair," P shouted.
"And you laugh like our Mommy!" K added.
Just then I accidentally knocked over something on the counter.
R responded, "And you just did that--and our Mommy makes mistakes a lot."
Apparently, I did get some dessert...Humble Pie.