A few weeks ago, we sat down to enjoy some really delicious cornbread and vegetable soup. As I was relishing my soup, Son #1 looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and asked. "Mama, can I have your cornbread?"
"Of course!" I replied. I gave him mine and then went to get another.
Son #1 savored his soup and cornbread with a look of pure joy on his face. When he was done, he went off to play.
A few days later, we sat down to some vegetable soup and scrumptious cornbread. Again as I sipped my soup with delight, Son #1 batted his long eyelashes and asked. "Mama, can I have your cornbread?"
I smiled and replied. "Sure baby."
Son #1 bit off the top of the cornbread muffin. I was just about to get another piece of cornbread for myself when I heard a little voice say. "Here Mama. You can have it back."
"Do you not want it?" I questioned.
"No. You know I don't like cornbread." Son #1 stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
Yeah. I'm confused. Five year old kids are fickle things.