Our kids watch everything like little hawks. Not too much gets by them. Especially when it comes to any item of food I put into my mouth.
Last night the kids were outside playing with B while I was cleaning up after dinner.
Anyways, I popped a piece of dark chocolate into my mouth and went outside to check on the twins. Immediately after I opened the door, Lincoln says,
'Whatcha have in your mouth mama?'.
And I said:
(A little fib...Oopsa-poopsa.)
And then my children, both of them, dropped everything and ran inside to the kitchen screaming they wanted broccoli too.
And we had just eaten dinner!
And they were running. NOT walking. To get BROCCOLI.
You just have to love 3 year olds.