June 30, 2005

The Schemer

filed under: Dadditudes

Yesterday Max and mommy went to a birthday party. Having just had one himself, Max was wise to how birthday parties get down: people sing, and then you have cake. The problem is, Max's timetable for cake didn't fit with the grownups' timetable: to wit, he wanted it RIGHT NOW and they wanted to wait.

So my little schemer comes up with a master plan: if he can get the singing going, the cake will surely follow! So he proceeds to burst into song at random intervals for the next twenty minutes:

Hep birfday... YOU! Heppy birfday YOUUU!

(looks around expectantly)

...CAKE!

After all that, when the cake was served, he didn't eat any. You see, just like he thinks all cheese should be yellow and therefor rejects swiss on principle, Max thinks all cake should be chocolate. When it's not, he refuses to recognize it as cake.

Posted by rjt at June 30, 2005 12:39 PM
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And in case any of you were wondering just how I handled the disppointment of non-chocolate cake after all that scheming: there were brownies on hand! Phew. And it was good that there were brownies on hand because it was raining...and I've somehow managed to teach Max that whenever it rains we eat brownies...I guess because whenever it rains, um, we make brownies.

Posted by: Procrastiwife at June 30, 2005 01:24 PM

Likewise my daughter, age 3, believes any time it rains that she will be taken to the supermarket to ride in the truck/shopping cart, because we did that twice. So whenever I see drizzle I make a list, cause I'm a pushover.
And if Max is really keen on yellow cheese, introduce him to the canned stuff.

Posted by: perj at June 30, 2005 03:43 PM