There's a Time and a Place

Mya's favorite trick at dinner time is to bat her eyelashes and ask to "puuuhhlease" sit in the lap of her loved ones.

Tonight she looked across the table at me and started her routine.

"Mommy, may I sit in your lap, puuuhhhhhleeeease?"

"No, Mya. You need to sit in your seat like a big girl. Please take a bite of your broccoli." It is so hard to be strict sometimes.

Antonio decided to model appropriate behavior,

"Mommy, will you hold me?"

"No, Daddy, not while we are eating dinner," I replied.

"Okay, I'm disappointed but I understand," Antonio shrugged.

Mya looks at Antonio and asks, "What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Oh nothing, Mommy just said she couldn't give me a hug until we were done eating."

"Oh, Daddy! I'll hug you. Come here...come on, I'll hug you." Her arms were outstretched and she waved her fingers to entice him over.

Then Enzo threw Cheerios at my head. I felt like the bad guy.