Last night, J was bound and determined not to eat any fish sticks. (The fact that our boys love broccoli but won't eat fish sticks is a different story.) I explained that he had to eat three, and that if he did so in time, he could play Mario Kart with his brothers. If not, M, A, and I would play, leaving J alone at the table. I then said I was going downstairs for a moment.
When I came back up, two of the three fish sticks were already gone. I was frankly surprised - that's fast, even for J. Then I saw M in the corner, trying to cover his mouth while he chewed. The little booger ate one of J's fish sticks for him because he didn't want to play Mario Kart without J.
They've teamed up. We're in trouble now.
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