One of the boys I watch turned 4 on Monday. When his dad got home, he asked Zan what he wanted for dinner. It is tradition in that family for the birthday person to pick the dinner. The conversation went something like this.
Dad: “What do you want for dinner? You get to pick.”
Zan: “Chocolate cake!”
Dad: “Not dessert, dinner. Cake is for after dinner.”
Zan: “Chocolate ice cream!”
Dad: “No, not treats! We need food for dinner. What dinner would you like to eat BEFORE your cake and ice cream?”
Zan: “Chocolate ice cream with chocolate cake!”
Dad sighs and shakes his head. “We could have hamburgers or pizza, or…”
Dad brightens. “Pizza? So pizza for dinner then?”
Zan: “Where is my cake? Can I have my cake now?”
Another sigh from dad.
I had to leave about then, but as am leaving all I hear over the roar of 7 children playing is Zan yelling about his cake.