I Wasn't Born Yesterday

My children have never liked my cooking, no matter what it is. I could do it "just like Daddy does," and they still turn they're noses up at it. Yesterday evening was no exception. I made a pan of sausage, eggs, and shredded cheese and wrapped it up in tortillas--sort of a breakfast for dinner. Normally, the kids go crazy over this, but not since Mamma made it. Nope. Not happening. In fact, when John came through the door from work, I was in the middle of a "discussion" with them about eating what they are given. Christian gave in reluctantly and finished in a record time of 30 minutes. Caitlin, on the other hand, continued to take her sweet time in protest. After sending her back to the table 5 different times (we were all finished and moving on with the evening's activities), she came waltzing in to the living room with a mouth full of food and a deep sigh followed by, "Ok, I'm finally finished!"
For some reason, my radar of suspicion was going crazy. Something wasn't right.
"Did you eat EVERYTHING?" I asked.
"Yup! Every bite!" she said.
"You didn't spit anything into the trash did you?" I quizzed.
The silence was deafening.
Caitlin's eyes got as round as saucers and she immediately began to beg and plead her way out of a spanking for lying. Needless to say, the spanking wasn't necessary--I had a better idea. I went to the kitchen, dug in the trash, and found where she had hidden the rest of her dinner. Let's say, Caitlin can be very clever. She had found the egg carton and stuffed it inside the egg shells and closed the carton back how I had it when I threw it away. Pretty impressive actually. John came into the kitchen chuckling and told her to go sit in the dining room and wait until he could dig the food out and put it back on her plate for her to finish. He then pulled the ol' switcheroo and dipped some more food from the pan instead of giving her back the stuff that had been sitting in raw egg goo and shells in the trash. She whined, cried, fussed, grouched, cried some more, "accidentally" hit her gag reflex with her bites, and acted as if we were the most cruel parents in the world for making her eat something she had already thrown away. By this time, she had been at the table for over an hour, and it was time for her friend Mariah to pick her up for church. The doorbell rang as she was shoving the last massive bite in her mouth. Her whole attitude changed when Mariah peeked in. The bite was gone instantly and she was out the door and on her way to sweet freedom from the "meanie-hateful parents." Honestly, it's kinda fun to see what stuff your own children will try to pull on you--stuff that you attempted to pull on your own parents. :)