Ask and you shall receive...

Bridget and I are sitting down in the living room right now and I am on the computer. We just finished eating our post-church lunch which happens between 2:30 and 3:00 after get changed. Then we eat dinner at 6, which makes no sense either, but whatever. The joys of having church start at 11...but I digress. I asked her if there was anything that I should put in the blog. She didn't come up with anything, but then the following occured.

Ryan didn't like what I prepared for lunch. I told them on the way home that they didn't have a choice in what was for lunch. I just promised that it wouldn't be gross. I made grilled cheese and ham/turkey on wheat bread. It was good and buttery and although the bread was wheat, it tasted pretty good. Plus, they have had it before so I didn't think it would be a big deal.

When I set the sandwiches in front of Bridget, Ryan and Jack, Ryan decided that he didn't want it. All of the sandwiches were on paper towels instead of plates. He shoved it away to the middle of the table. He had not even tried it, but said he wanted something else. I told him he didn't have to eat, but that he wasn't getting anything else to eat. I started to eat the sandwich--which was cut into four triangles. Ryan was just sitting there while I ate his sandwich. I repeatedly asked him if he wanted it, but he kept saying no. I left the last triangle after he said that he wanted it. I think he realized that I wasn't bluffing. He ate a bite and then started eating the chips. He still wanted to eat something different. I said no. He had to eat the remaining triangle. This went on for a bit. Bridget finally told him that if he ate a big bite of what was remaining that he could have something else.

Then about 10-15 minutes passed by with Ryan still sitting at the table, watching TV I think. I was sitting here talking to Bridget. He asked if he could have a cookie. I looked over and didn't see anything on the table, so I assumed he ate the sandwich. I said yes to him. Bridget who was much more observant than I asked if I had noticed that he had a paper towel in his hand all balled up. Oh no he dinit! Oh yes he did! He wrapped up almost the entire quarter of the sandwich in the paper towel and threw it in the trash.

Bridget and we both chuckling and I asked him to bring over the paper towel. I told him he couldn't have a cookie if he didn't bring the paper towel over. I had to tell him this about three times before he finally brought over the paper towel...which was empty except for some crumbs. He couldn't even look me in the eyes, instead he hid around the corner probably unable to keep a straight face, the little devil. The sandwich was now in the trash we were guessing. I told him I wanted him to bring me what was in the paper towel. He walked over the where the kitchen trash can was, which was out of our line of sight, and we waited. About 20 seconds later he came over and brought me the sandwich. The sandwich now had two bites taken out of it. The newest one was a big one and it was recent. He walked away without saying a word. He couldn't because his mouth was full of sandwich de la poubelle--which is doubtful to be on any menu soon. Yuck. But he manned up and ate the thing and he got the cookie. Man, I figure he earned it after that. Bridget asked him if he had just taken the bite and he answered yes. She thanked him for telling the truth and let him go on his way.

Cold grilled cheese out of the garbage can, just so he could get a Chips Ahoy cookie. I am not sure whether to be proud or ashamed. Both would be acceptable probably.