Yesterday I decided that the kids and I would make Whoopie pies. I got a recipe from a magazine and had been wanting to try it. After lunch, Travis and I started to make the cake part, but realized we didn't have any flour. We figured we'd get the flour later, and made the filling instead. It tasted good, but wasn't the one I was looking for. Oh, well.
We went to the store and got flour later in the afternoon and the plan was to make the cakes after dinner. I don't know if Travis was excited about dessert, or just wasn't hungry, but he dawdled over his dinner so long that Ella and I made the cakes while he was sitting there. Now, the dinner table is in the other room, so I didn't really know that he hadn't finished his meal, when his mother said "You're done", although I suspected that might be true.
When everything was done, Travis and Ella helped me put the whoopie pies together. I sat them at the kitchen table with paper towel placemats and put a pie in front of each of them. Just then their father came in and asked Travis "Did you finish your dinner?" When he didn't answer, Justin called upstairs to ask if Travis had finished, and the answer was no. He then told Travis he couldn't have a treat, which made Travis break down in tears. He was heartbroken. I felt like a monster for teasing him with something he couldn't have. I carried him into his room but didn't think I should coddle him, which was my instinct. I left feeling horrible.
It seems like I never know where to draw the line between being fun and being in line with their parents' wishes.
We went to the store and got flour later in the afternoon and the plan was to make the cakes after dinner. I don't know if Travis was excited about dessert, or just wasn't hungry, but he dawdled over his dinner so long that Ella and I made the cakes while he was sitting there. Now, the dinner table is in the other room, so I didn't really know that he hadn't finished his meal, when his mother said "You're done", although I suspected that might be true.
When everything was done, Travis and Ella helped me put the whoopie pies together. I sat them at the kitchen table with paper towel placemats and put a pie in front of each of them. Just then their father came in and asked Travis "Did you finish your dinner?" When he didn't answer, Justin called upstairs to ask if Travis had finished, and the answer was no. He then told Travis he couldn't have a treat, which made Travis break down in tears. He was heartbroken. I felt like a monster for teasing him with something he couldn't have. I carried him into his room but didn't think I should coddle him, which was my instinct. I left feeling horrible.
It seems like I never know where to draw the line between being fun and being in line with their parents' wishes.
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