After a week of extensive traveling and much merry-making, Jackson has had a slow start when it comes to getting back on track.
Actually, he has been great when it comes to getting up and getting ready for school but the last two mornings he has been going about it rather slowly.
So in an effort to lighten his mood and get him moving, I mentioned his warm oatmeal ready for him in the kitchen.
He responded by telling me he didn't want any oatmeal.
So like any health-conscious mother would do, I upped the ante with a cookie.
"I've got a tiny cookie in your oatmeal!" I bargained.
He was thrilled about that and came trotting down the hall, but as soon as he glanced in the bowl of oatmeal and saw the garnish of a moon shaped cookie he was filled with dismay.
"I want a whole cookie!" he moaned, the tears welling up.
"Honey, it is a whole cookie," I explained. "It's shaped like a moon."
"It is not shaped like a moon! I want a whole cookie!" he shouted with full on fury.
"Well, it's either this cookie or no cookie at all," I said and presented the ultimatum by slowly taking the cookie out of the bowl and putting it on the counter next to it.
He then set fire and spewed forth venom as he snatched up the moon cookie and promptly shoved the whole thing in his mouth.
Without taking his eyes from my face.
Like a tiny crazy person.
The expression on his face made it perfectly clear: "C is for cookie. And it better be a whole one, bitch."