Marshmellow Please

So our quirkiness of this morning is brought to you courtesy of Kaidynce.

I am up before the kids each and every weekday morning (okay most mornings) with the intent of enjoying a few minutes to myself. Aaron has been gone for over an hour at this point and the only sound in my house is the damn cat meowing. Soon this sound is joined by Brennan crying and wanting to watch Phineas and Ferb (our new favorite family cartoon). Then the sounds are joined by Kaidynce giggling and carrying her three friends (mad cow, happy hippo, and baby) into the kitchen. She wants her milk.

BUT, then she sees them. The white fluffs of greatness for children. Marshmellows!

Damn, I forgot to put them away in the cupboard so our conversation was as follows:

Kaidynce: Points to the marshmellows and signs please.
Me: No Kaidynce, you cannot have marshmellows for breakfast.
Kaidynce: A stronger signing of please along with a few grunts.
Me: No! No marshmellows for breakfast. Would you like a cereal bar?
Kaidynce: No more please just straight whining and grunting and pointing.
Me: Here (hand her a cereal bar).

At this point, I am glad that she brought the stuffed animals out with her since she decided to throw the cereal bar on the floor and then herself (landing on all three of her friends). She screamed, tears and all, for a simple marshmellow.

I ignored her for a few then realized that if I did not give in, she would cause my always loving headache to come back.

Yes - the one and half year old won and got a marshmellow for breakfast. At least it was only one and it was a mini!