(Alternatively titled, "living for jenn")
This morning, breakfast rolled around.
As usual, I asked Juliette what she wanted and offered a few helpful suggestions...cereal? french toast?
She then asked a question that stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Are there any bagels left?"
"Excuse me?" I asked, wanting to have heard her wrong.
"I asked, Are there any bagels left?"
In a split second, for the first time I am confronted with the decision as to whether or not I really love Juliette. A selfless mommy would have replied "of course, darling" and run to the freezer to extract one of the lovingly cryopreserved circles of happiness. Not I.
I thought through my options--
1. Pretend I didn't understand - no, that would work with Evie, but not Juliette at this point.
2. Lie, say "no."
3. White lie, say "I'm not sure" immediately follow with a distract - "wanna watch Dora???"
4. Make up some arbitrary rule - disqualifying Juliette from eating bagels - "they are a choking hazard for Evie, you need to set a good example..."
5. Control the damage, "there aren't very many, how about you, Evie and I split one?"
6. Recognize giving a bagel is symbolic of the sacrifice of parenthood, lovingly give the bagel to my eldest.
7. Recognize a lesson in sharing was at my fingertips.
8. Recognize the last two answers are not my style, but give up the bagel anyway.
Guess which I chose???
