For the second week in a row Thomas has lost all desserts and sweets. On Saturday he enjoyed a brief window of sugary happiness in which we baked and ate brownies together before having his dessert privileges revoked again for refusing to follow our instructions. Today, both Anna and Theodore were sleeping and free from the interference of a crying baby and a destructive preschooler Thomas asked to play a board game. I was happy to oblige but I was quite exhausted and really, really wanted a brownie pick-me-up. Normally I would cut Thomas a square too, to enjoy during our game, but he had lost his desserts. So as not to rub salt in Thomas’ wound, I thought about waiting for my brownie until the kids were asleep tonight but I really wanted one right then and there dammit! So I told Thomas to set up the game and I got myself a big hunk of brownie, heated it up, and topped it with whipped cream (I don’t mess around with dessert). Thomas was incredulous when I sat down and ate the brownie right in front of him.
So what do you think: is he going to be crying to his therapist whist stuffing his face with brownies 20 years from now or will he think harder about the consequences of his behavior from now on?