I can’t fool Cam anymore. Stashing the chocolate in the office tall cabinet keeps it out of sight. Come within a few feet of him after eating that brown goodness and it’s over. “I want some! I want some!” he’ll demand. Sometimes, I give in. Other times, I’ll say “no” and he’ll try to negotiate for a cookie.
Right now, I don’t have cookies in the cupboards except for these miniature chocolate-chip ones that we all call “buttons”.
Cam likes to count them. He insists on having “five, six, seven”.
He always asks for more and when I say “no”, I get this look:
Yeah. I would look at someone in the same way if I was denied chocolate.