It's almost lunch time. No blueberry muffin until after lunch.
Josh didn't like the sound of that and went to his room and sulked. After a few minutes of sweet no-whining silence, I realized that I hadn't heard a peep out of either Josh or Zoë. I knocked on their door (which Josh had locked) --
Me: Is Zoë in there with you?
Josh: Yes, Mommy.
Me: Can you please open the door?
Josh: No, not yet.
Me: Not yet? What are you guys doing?
Josh: Playing.
Me: Come out when you're done playing, okay?
Josh: Okay, Mommy.
Good, he seems to have gotten over his foul mood, I thought. They didn't seem to be wrecking their room, so I let them be.
A few minutes later, they both came out. Josh with crumbs around his mouth, cheeks bulging with food still not swallowed.
Me: Josh, did you get a muffin after I said not to get one until after lunch?
Josh: No. (Vigorously shaking head, while desperately trying to swallow what's left of the muffin in his mouth)
Me: What do you mean "No"? I can see crumbs around your mouth and there are crumbs on your bedroom floor.
Josh: But I didn't get the muffin. Zoë got it and gave it to me!
Zoë: Me, Mommy. Give KoKo.
Aargh! I had to fight very hard to keep the smile to a mere twitch. I'd lost my steam. Again.
