Why am I feeding the baby ice cream for breakfast?

Well it's quite simple really.
Duncan has this extra tooth you see, and today's the day we get it extracted.
His appointment is at 10:45 am and they so kindly called yesterday to remind us that he can't eat for 6 hours before the procedure and nothing to drink 2 hours prior.
the eating is not a problem - I have to coax my kids to eat on a regular day, and unless it is something that is drowning in ketchup, or something green (Matthew likes green foods) it shall not pass their lips without bribery (usually the promise of something dessert like in nature).
But this morning is different. On the list of approved pre-surgery items was popsicles!
Popsicles being one of my kids favourite things in the world and the 5th food group in our house, Duncan was only too happy to oblige when I told him that he couldn't have breakfast, just a popsicle!
Oh the boy was in heaven - His eyes lit up the way a gambling addict would if you said "double or nothing".

This morning is also the morning that I was supposed to have a bag of clothes outside for the Diabetes foundation. They regularly pick up any used clothing for charity, and I'm happy to have someone willing to come to my house to spur me on to cleaning out the kids closets regularly (and my own too). Of course I didn't remember is was D-day until 7am - rushing about like a maniac filling a bag with clothes (oh they never wear this anymore, oh this is too small, oh wait, better save that). But I did manage to get a bag of donateable clothes outside before their 7:30am pickup - only in the process of rummaging around for old clothes, I woke Joey up. He usually sleeps until 9 or so, but here he was 7:10am - bright eyed, smiling, jumping around in his crib in his giddy excitement that I was going to release him from his prison - so I did, and promptly plunked him down in prison #2 - namely, the highchair.

Got Duncan his popsicle, and as he happily sucked away, Matthew came wandering in with a very pertinent question.
Eyeing the popsicle he asked "Did Duncan finish his breakfast?"
For you see, such treats are usually reserved for the finishing of the meal in question, and are never handed out without so much as a "one more bite and you can be done".
except today.
How could I explain to a 3 yr old that his older brother can have popsicles for breakfast but he can't. I tell you, it can't be done - he doesn't hear explanations he only hears "Duncan gets a popsicle - na na na na na" so I let Matthew have one too.

Well, then Joey sees two boys having popsicles, and starts his chorus of "uh uh uh's" from his highchair - which (loosely) translated means "Hey, I want one of those too". Only I had JUST washed his jammies last night, and they were still clean and lovely smelling and I couldn't bear to see him get drippy popsicle leavings all over spiderman, so I gave him an ice cream sandwich instead, because somehow he is very clean about eating those, and there's no chocolatey stick for him to throw onto my floor when he's done.

So now I'm sitting here, contemplating how a 23 month old conned me into giving him ice cream for breakfast, when he can't even talk yet.....he's a genius I tell you!


WILT I don't care what the commercials say - you CAN'T wring out paper towels and re-use them. Nobody does this. Once they're wet they lose their absorbant ability, and tend to fall apart when wiping the face of a squirming almost 2 yr old- even Bounty.