I don't know how your kids operate, but my kids have a somewhat annoying quirk when it comes to food: I buy an item for them, like a new kind of granola bar or fruit or cookie, and they fall instantly in love with it. Love love love. Can't get enough. Want to have it all the time. Blow through boxes/servings/packages of it. Then, noticing their devotion to this new food, I find it on sale somewhere and think, "AHA! They love this stuff! I'll buy three boxes/servings/packages of it!"
And three days later, just when I am breaking into my newfound stash of food greatness, they scrunch up their little faces and say, "Ooooooohhh... I don't like that anymore."
Well, this week we had a similar adventure in the food department. Michaela went grocery shopping with me on Sunday, which is very rare, and she loves to push the cart (because she is the Firstborn Child and She Is In Charge) and she also loves to just casually toss items that catch her eye in to the cart. We went with a list of five things to get. We spent, I kid you not, $48 total.
One of the things she picked out was chocolate chip muffin mix. When we got home, Jenna immediately spied it and asked, "Wait! Who is the muffin mix for?"
And of course Michaela immediately answered, "It is for me and you can't have any."
And of course Jenna whipped her head to me and said, "Can you get more muffin mix for me?"
And I said, "Yes, I will stop at the store and get muffin mix for you."
That night Michaela tried to make her muffins but I was short an egg. "Can you get eggs tomorrow?"
"Yes," I answered.
"And don't forget the muffin mix for me." Jenna adds.
"Yes," I answered.
The next morning, as Michaela is saying goodbye and heading to school, she says, "Don't forget the eggs!"
To which Jenna adds, "AND THE MUFFIN MIX!"
"OKAY OKAY OKAY!" I yell back at them both.
So I get the eggs and the muffin mix. That day after school, Michaela announces she's going to make her muffins. "Can you make mine, too?" asks Jenna. "NO! Just mine!" Michaela says and I give her a very dirty look and say, "Michaela, REALLY? Just make a double batch."
Alec, hearing that a baked good is being made, pipes up, "I can help!" and climbs up on the chair next to the counter.
Michaela makes the muffins and miraculously, "her pan" gets 12 full muffins while "Jenna's pan" gets 9 full and three baby muffins. Hmmm. She pops the first pan in the oven and walks away. I take them out when the timer goes off and pop in the next pan. They stay in a minute or two longer and end up a bit darker.
"Why are my muffins darker?" Jenna asks. "Why aren't they like Michaela's?"
"They were in the oven a touch longer. They're fine."
Michaela makes me separate her muffins onto one plate and Jenna's muffins onto another plate.
Both girls are adamant that no one else eats their designated muffins.
Which leaves Alec in limbo. But he doesn't care. He spends the next few days grabbing muffins indiscriminately off of whatever plate he can reach.
Before I know it, a few days goes by and whenever I see my kids, they are all stuffing muffins into their mouths and leaving a trail of chips and crumbs wherever they go. Its like living with Hansel and Gretel.
Michaela comes home from school Tuesday afternoon and I very solemnly say to her, "I don't know how to tell you this... but I ate every one of your chocolate chip muffins today."
It was worth teasing her to see her reaction.
So I am happy to report that it is Thursday and only one muffin is left.
Hopefully the obsession has waned.
All I know is I am not buying three more boxes of muffin mix the next time I go to the store.