When I picked Tyler & Gavin up from the gym's playcenter yesterday, Tyler gave me a hard time, laying on the carpeted floor of the walkway with his cheek on the ground, deadweight. Why doesn't he ever do this when his dad is with me? No wonder he has pinkeye! The only thing I could do to reason with him was calmly explain he needed to get up and walk to the car so that we could go home for lunch. After much persuasion he got up and walked to the car. Thank goodness because I had just worked out my arms for an hour and visions of carrying both the boys out to the car were not working for me.

As we headed home, I asked what they wanted to eat for lunch. Tyler said "Hoag." I asked him to repeat it. Hoag. Huh? "Mommy, you said we were having hoag for lunch." Ok Tyler, what's hoag? Lunch. Hmmm. Little Gavin fell asleep before he got any lunch so he missed this next part which was really baffling. At home and I offered Tyler a grilled cheese sandwich. The fit started, the tears were rolling, he broken-heartedly reminded me I said he could have hoag for lunch. That's when it occurred to me! I said we could go home for lunch. HoMMMMMe. Not hoag. Home for lunch. There's no such thing as hoag. Why was I trying to reason with a 2.98 year old who is very set in his ways? Exasperated and drained, I went out to the extra fridge and found a delightful corn dog t.v. dinner meal. He's had corn dog nuggets before but never a corn dog on a stick. I showed Tyler the lovely picture of the corn dog and crinkle cut fries, threw it in the microwave, put tons of ketchup (ketchup solves a lot of problems) on his plate, and served it to him. Other than a crazy mishap half way through lunch where he fell off his chair (he was wearing his favorite pants which make swooshes when he walks but they are super slippery) and hurt his elbow, he quietly devoured the corn dog. After taking his last bite, Tyler put the stick down and said "I want another hoag please."