We went out to dinner on Sunday night. I had french onion soup. Spencer had a taste of it and declared it the most delicious soup he has ever had in his whole life. He has been pestering me since then to make french onion soup for dinner. With it being 110 degrees and all I was in no mood to slice and caramelize a bunch of onions, so yesterday I took him to Fresh & Easy to buy some prepared soup. They didn't have any. Boo.
They did, however, have this 217 pound chocolate bar. Right by the cash registers. For $1.99. How could we say no?
I mentioned to him before dinner that we could unwrap it after dinner and eat some. After dinner I was busy with dishes and Michael was doing something with Elliott. Spencer took it upon himself to get some scissors out, hacked through the wrapper and then started chowing down. He got a good chunk of the corner into his tummy before I noticed. Then I made him pose for a picture before I confiscated it.
I rewarded his overeaters anonymous behavior by cutting him a smaller amount and giving it to him on a plate.
Elliott wore new jammies #2 last night.
He is also, apparently, practicing his male cheerleader routine.
P.S. 1 week countdown to my 33rd birthday. Eek! Didn't I just barely turn, like, 16?