Twice a week, Jen comes to our house in the wee dark hours just before dawn. She takes Nate to day care, so that I can catch the early train.
We just started this a couple of weeks ago. When I picked Nate up from day care after the first day, he was very excited. “Daddy! Jen bought me a doughnut this morning! And she says if I behave and don’t dawdle, she’ll buy me a doughnut every day!”
Now, this sounded a little fishy to me. I asked, “Is that really what she said? Two doughnuts a week is a lot, even for a big guy like me.”
“Well, Jen can decide.”
“No, actually. I will decide what you eat, because I am your father.”
He didn’t like that very much, but he promised to talk to her and get more details about the plan.
Last night, when I picked him up from day care, he pulled me down so we were face to face. “Daddy. I talked to Jen about the doughnuts. She said she would get me a doughnut on the first or the second day of the first.”
I was baffled. “I don’t know what that means, Nate. I think I’m going to have to talk to Jen myself.”
“Dad,” he said, very seriously. “You can’t stop the doughnuts.”