“I’ll ask Mommy,” I hear from the other room as I try and soak in the bathtub.
“Mommy, may I have a donut?” Jory asks through the bathroom door.
“No,” I answer, he doesn’t really need sugar now does he?
“Can I have two donuts or three?” he inquires.
What? How do we go from none to two or three? “One.”
“I can have one now, then one later,” the six-year-old continues.
What?! Am I being conned? Whatever. “You can have two.”
“Thank you, Mommy.” He scampers away.
Where did my baby go? Who was that negotiator at the bathroom door?
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