The other night, after dinner out at Stout’s, Steve decided we should stop by the grocery store and pick up some ice cream for dessert. I wasn’t in the mood for ice cream and told Steve I thought I’d just have a piece of cheesecake.
See, I had bought a cheesecake earlier in the week and hadn’t eaten any yet. I had had oral surgery and my mouth was sore for days (yea Vicodin!). The kids had a piece after dinner one night but I knew most of it should still be left. (foreshadowing here)
So, Steve and the kids picked up ice cream and I picked up some cherry topping - for my cheesecake - and we all headed home.
At home, everyone starts enjoying their ice cream and I open my cherry topping and head for the fridge to get the cheesecake. Only…..there’s no cheesecake.
Gone. All of it. 12 pieces. Not a crumb remaining.
Where had it gone? My gluttonous children had devoured it. April had eaten FOUR pieces and Jon had eaten SIX pieces. The other 2 missing pieces had been eaten by Steve.
Sadness.
So, no cheesecake for me. Fast forward to last night at dinnertime.
We eat dinner together pretty much every night. At the end of the meal, the kids (mostly) ask to be excused from the table.
Last night I refused to excuse first Jon then April. They were somewhat confused by this unusual refusal to let them leave the table so I explained that I had purchased CHEESECAKE for dessert (snickering under my breath at my nefarious plans to taunt them…).
I rose from the table and retrieved the cheesecake and the cherry topping and proceeded to plate a piece for myself. Then I sat back down and began eating it with much gusto. I accompanied each bite with exclamations like “mmmm” and “ohhhhh” and “this is so good”.
The children cried “Don’t we get a piece?” and I reminded them that they had eaten their cheesecake already and continued to “mmmmm” and “ohhhh” as I slowly ate my piece of cheesecake a la When Harry Met Sally.
I must say that April and Jon were good sports about the teasing/torture and were actually laughing each time I ooh’d or mmm’d.
I mentioned this story to someone today and their response kind of shocked me. I thought it was funny. They acted like I had emotionally abused the children.
What do you think? Also, I did let them have a piece of cheesecake after I enjoyed mine if that will sway your opinion to my side.
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