Oh, my goodness, this week’s Monday Mission was a disaster!
It took me until tonight to serve fruit for dessert, just because Monday I finally got around to making the grain-free brownies from The Everything Beans Book and had to serve those, and last night I was speaking at our local “Nourishing Ways” Weston A. Price Foundation meeting (about healthy fats, yeah!), so it wasn’t fair to ask hubs to take the plunge.
At the end of dinner tonight I announced casually, “There’s pineapple for dessert if anybody’s interested.”
No one said much of anything, but here’s where things fall apart.
At just the inopportune moment, I ran upstairs to get John out of his crib. When I came back down, the 6-year-old was stuffing a chocolate into his mouth.
“That’s being disobedient!” I cried. “I offered pineapple…unless you had permission from Daddy for a candy for dessert, you can go ahead and spit it out right now.”
Incredibly, he did, right away.
Then he sobbed for five minutes.
Of course, it was “his last one!” of that particular candy.
The system broke down, apparently. A few weeks ago we started a new habit that has been very effective. We were combatting the old system in which the kids would ask, “May I have a dessert please?” then grab their candy and buzz around a while, leaving their dinner dishes on the table.
Now they have to:
- Ask to be excused.
- Take their dishes to the sink.
- Ask permission for a dessert.
Paul did step one and two, then I made the pineapple announcement, and somehow because I had mentioned dessert, I guess he thought he had carte blanche to eat whatever he chose.
What’s really ironic about the whole ordeal – and ordeal it was, anytime someone sobs on the kitchen floor for five minutes – is that no one questioned or complained about the darn pineapple! Perhaps Leah was too shell-shocked by her brother being the one throwing the fit instead of her. (She reminded me that he should go to his room if he couldn’t stop so that she didn’t have to hear it, a familiar phrase when she gets going. In fairness, she was right, and I told him so.)
Both kids ate pineapple for dessert, and no one complained or wondered why the dessert wasn’t really a dessert. A fluke? I’ll have to try again another day…