David Royko Psy.D
|Posted on February 24, 2014 at 9:45 AM|
I’m usually the hard-ass (marginally) when it comes to Ben and food (I’d get Ben a double cheeseburger at Wendy’s if I weren’t following him around the place while Karen orders…a triple; when he’s getting a cookie or candy bar, I’ll try to keep it to one while Karen is cool with him grabbing three, so we usually “compromise” – three).
As Karen went into a drug store to get some stuff, I told Ben as he perused the candy rack, “You can buy one treat.” However, he cracked me up enough that I let him fully indulge his love for (kind of) three things: A regular Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup 2-pack, a Reese’s Peanut Butter BIG Cup, and a bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Mini-Cups.
I detect a theme.