The Bad Mommy at Her Finest
While I was standing in line to pay, C said he was hungry and went off to the Borders cafe to see if they had anything even moderately healthy. Turns out they have sandwiches these days, so he ordered a barbequed chicken sandwich on ciabatta bread. After waiting for it to come out of the oven, we toodled out to the car to drive home.
May I just say that that sandwich looked and smelled divine? I didn't realize how hungry I was, too, till I sat there smelling it for about 15 minutes, while C waited for it to cool down enough to eat. I kept asking for a bite and he kept turning me down. Politely, but turning me down nonetheless. Finally:
Me: Are you sure you don't want me to try a bite to make sure it's not too hot for you?
C: No, thanks, Mom.
Me: You know, when you were little that worked EVERY time.
C: Yeah. And that's how I learned not to trust you guys.