The vomits are over - everything has been washed and disinfected. We are back in business.
We walked to church because it was really nice outside. We have a big breakfast of pancakes and sausage and make it there by 8:30AM. A record for us.
On the way home, Caleb asks to go to the BP. We agree, but not for food, only a drink. The 3 blocks we walk to get there from church Caleb complains how he wants something to eat and drink. We say no, only a drink, we will get Gatorade. Each child picks a Gatorade.
We get to the checkout and Caleb starts crying. "I wanted something to eat!" After our mini-scene we get him out the door and I carry him all they way home crying about not getting anything to eat.
Still fuming when we get in the front door, he exclaims to me: "I am NOT going to eat any of our snacks or anything else until I go back to the BP!"
I am not concerned about this, annoyed yes, concerned no. Not this kid. There is NO WAY this kid will last on a hunger strike - not this one.
I call his bluff. (I just went to the store and have a TON of goodies) I pull out the snack bin. I bring it right over to him and start rifling thru.
"Fruit Snacks?"
"NO"
"Teddy Grahams?"
"NO"
"Rits Bits?"
"NO"
Macaroni and cheese crackers?"
"NO" Hesitated a little on that one
"Nutrigrain bar?"
"NO" arms crossed reiterate hunger strike intention.
Over walks David. He eye spies the bin.
"Hey, can I have some macaroni and cheese crackers?"
"SURE"
I tell you it wasn't 8 seconds and Caleb caves. Hunger strike over.
