On March first, #1's birthday, some girls brought him brownies... Ahh how sweet! Loving Mommy that I am, I transferred them to a glass plate and covered them with plastic wrap so that they would stay fresh.
The next morning I heard his 16 year old brother trying to talk him into sharing his brownies, "Come on dude, one brownie."
"No, they're my birthday present, leave them alone."
"Just one, I'll grab you one too, we need a healthy breakfast." Huh, isn't that bribing him with his own brownie?
"No! Leave them alone!" #1 is grumpy in the mornings, and stingy with his treats.
I grabbed the plate and stuck it in a cupboard so I didn't have to defend the birthday brownies from 5 other boys.
Fast forward to this afternoon. I pull the plate of untouched, rock hard brownies out of the cupboard; I make a mental note to have a little conversation with #1 about hoarding food, sharing, and even an esoteric thought or two about "casting your birthday brownies on the water..."
An hour later I return to the kitchen, the plate is empty.
We're talking, two week old, stale, rock hard brownies devoured by 6 younger brothers. So much for that little lesson.
So, as is often the case I wrote this, posted it then read it to Adorable Hubby. He, of course always, laughs hysterically or sighs appreciatively at my brilliant writing.
After hearing this post he sat quietly for a minute then chuckled wryly, "I had one of those brownies" he said.