What's that saying?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree! My family is going to get a huge kick out of this story about Cooper, but first I need to give you a little background into my life growing up. I was THE PICKIEST eater you have ever met! There are many stories that my family just loves to tell about my antics with food. For instance:

• One day there was the hot dog incident where I took a bite of hot dog and wouldn't swallow it for hours, and I actually liked hot dogs.
• My dad once moved the couch from against the wall to find a stash of Flinstone vitamins that I had taken out of my mouth and thrown behind the couch.
• My elementary school served up cinnamon rolls that were DIVINE! They sold them for a quarter and in order to get one you had to eat your main course and show the teacher once you had finished so you could go get in line for a cinnamon roll. Well one day they served up chicken fried steak and I decided I would rather have a cinnamon roll so I chunked the whole chicken fried steak under the table when the teacher wasn't looking and raised my hand to go get a cinnamon roll. She let me get up and as I was coming back to my seat she was asking around to see who threw the steak under the table. I think she was interrogating some poor little innocent boy. I sat quietly enjoying my cinnamon roll and was never caught!

Anyway, so this leads me to today. The boys and I were running around all morning and we get home in time for lunch. The boys requested their usual lunches- Cooper asked for chicken nuggets and Tyler wanted peanut butter and jelly. I fixed lunch and the boys found some Sprite left over from Tyler's party and asked if they could have it. I said that was fine and they began eating while I fixed something for myself. After Tyler had eaten most of his lunch he asked if they could have some candy from the pinata at the party. I told them that they had to finish ALL of their lunch before I would let them have a piece of candy. So after a few minutes Cooper comes over and tells me he had finished his lunch. I went to go inspect his plate and it appeared as if he had finished all of his chicken. I noticed he had spilled some Sprite on the table and as I began cleaning up I noticed this....

Cooper had stuffed the remaining pieces of chicken into his can of Sprite creating the mess that was on the table. So I continued to clean up his mess and told him that he didn't get any candy because he didn't obey me and he lied about it!

I guess I'm just getting paid back for everything I put my poor parents through! I'm sure my family will have plenty of comments about this post. Bring 'em on!