B: “Can I have a ….BRROWWWNNNNIEEEEE?”
B: “But I already had a banana!”
Me: “You had two bites of a banana. And even if you did eat the whole thing, still no.”
B: “BUT WHY?!”
Me: “Because too much sugar can make you sick. And it’s almost dinner time.”
B: “But I’m healthy! Look!” Does an Irish jig around the kitchen, finishes with a flourish and heads toward the brownies on the counter.
Me: “Still no brownie. No more sweets for the day.”
Long pause in the action. B climbs up on the table and tries to look innocent. I check the oven roast and will it to cook faster; the natives are getting restless.
B: “Now can I have a brownie?”
Me: “What did I tell you when you asked that question before?”
B: “Umm…. you said… yes?”
Me: “If you are starving you can eat the rest of your banana.”
B: “But I don’t like the rest of my banana! My belly says it only wants brownie! Listen to my belly!”
Me: Sigh. “Hey, how about a movie?”
B: “Curious George?”
B : “Well. Okay.”
B exits stage right. The kitchen is quiet beyond the bleeps and swoopy music coming from T’s computer game. In the far distance, The Man With the Yellow Hat exclaims at his monkey’s impertinence. For a moment I am the kind of woman who has fascinating, titillating, intellectual conversations on an hourly basis. Then, L enters stage left.
L: “Can I watch TV with B?”
L: “Can I have a brownie?”