Well, this time I was feeling magnanimous so I told the girls they could each pick out a piece of candy, so long as it wasn't packaged in plastic crap that would never break down in the land fills. I know I'm a freak. My kids are going to grow up warped. They'll have nightmares about our landfills bursting at the seams, plastic mutating trash monsters chasing them. I'm just doing my part to help Mother Earth, saddling my kids with their fair share of environmental guilt.
Anyway, how do I get so sidetracked? Zoe decides to test my limits, of course, because that's her job. She nonchalantly says, "Mama, can I have a King-Size?"
I, in all my parenting wisdom (making it up as I go), reply "Do you want a King-Size Butt?"
Argument over. Score one for the Parents.