Little fink

OK, Mari is a little fink.

The other day the girls and I went to the grocery store after dropping Gavin off. It was COLD. On the way home Bronwyn asked if we could stop and get timbits. I only had about a 1.50 in my wallet so we stopped and I got them each one timbit. Bronwyn was very specific about which kind she wanted. I got two of the same type.

When we got home I brought in the girls, the groceries and the two wee timbits. I put them up high and told Bronwyn to pull them down and give one to Mari when she was ready. I headed back out to clear the walk. As I returned to the house half frozen I was met by some tears.

Bronwyn explained that Mari had eaten her timbit. I asked her how that happened. She said she got the bag down and gave Mari a timbit, then remembered she had to go to the bathroom. When she came back Mari had also eaten hers.

Mari didn't look very apologetic. She got a time out. I'm not sure she understood what it was all about. I mean, that timbit was just laying there!

Life lesson I suppose.