Yesterday Truett and I took Madeline to her swimming lesson. Everything was going well. Maddie did her thing and then it was time for the next class of swimmers. After swimming lessons the children are rewarded with an old-fashioned butter cookie. It looks much like a flower and has a center hole. The swim teacher walks to each young swimmer and sticks the cookie on the children's index finger. Then the children nibble the cookie off.
Well, wouldn't you know it. As I was hurriedly pulling Maddie's dress over her head, the cookie got in the way and it broke in half! It's funny how one small act can cause a major meltdown in a three year old.
"NANA! YOU BROKE MY COOKIE!"
"I'm sorry, Maddie. You can still eat it."
"IT'S BROKEN!" she wailed. Then the tears flowed. Who knows. It was probably her dripping wet hair.
Nevertheless, I could see her whole world falling apart in front of my eyes and in front of a dozen other parents who were probably watching to see how I would handle the situation. Maddie tried to stick the cookie back together; but of course, that did not work. Then she refused to eat the cookie, all the while whining, "My cookie! My cookie!"
Oh, what to do? Such a cookie conundrum. I was definitely in a quandary. Do I sheepishly tell the swim teacher Nana broke Maddie's butter cookie and could you stick another one on her finger? Nope. I didn't have the guts to do that. Truett, in the meantime repeatedly said, "Maddie, just eat the cookie."
Finally, Maddie gave up. She stuck one half of the cookie in her mouth and mumbled, "Yum!" Then she ate the rest. Believe me, I let out a sigh of relief equal to Hurricane Floyd.
The cookie story continued at Moe's, Maddie's favorite restaurant. Granddaddy chose a raisin cookie. Bad choice. Maddie literally tore that cookie apart removing each raisin. "I don't like them raisins," she said as she threw them one-by-one on the floor. Believe me I've had enough of cookies and the lesson I learned is "Don't mess with a 3 year old's cookies!"
This is so funny.
Posted by: sherry | March 22, 2007 at 03:20 PM
After the swimming lesson we went to have supper before taking Maddie home. While we were eating supper at Moe's (Maddie's favorite place in all the world) Maddie decided she needed to go to the potty. She wanted to go to the "daddy's potty". Once before, she had gone with her daddy so I had to take her. We went into one of the stalls and she did not like it for some reason. We went into the next one, I cleaned up the toilet seat and she asked that I let her do her thing. I stepped out of the stall and heard her lock the door. I went into panic mode as I knew she did not know how to get out. Next thing I see is Maddie looking under the door and laughing at me. I asked her to let me in and she said "NO!", now I am in true panic and said "Maddie, let me in right now!" Well. much to ny relief she unlocked the door. Seems the lock on the other stall would not work for her and that is why she did not want to use it. What a relief to me that she knew how to unlock it.
Posted by: Truett/Granddaddy | March 23, 2007 at 04:36 AM
Those George boys are so patient (insert sarcastic tone here). I can actually hear Truett say "Maddie just eat the cookie." My dad would say the same thing. He also has lots of favorite sayings like "Is your arm broken?" and "I am not a glass maker." So aside from lack of patience, they are also amatuer comedians.
Posted by: Alyson | March 23, 2007 at 09:09 AM