Or “waffling”. That’s what I call it when I’m making waffles. It’s also what I call the indecision that Jack sometimes has, which has been a common thing in our house since … well since he could talk! So… since he was 2 and a half?
Jack at age 3: Mommy I want to wear these shoes.
me: Ok let’s get them on.
Jack: NO I want those shoes because maybe I’m running today! (He grabs his sneakers)
me: That’s fine but we have to get them on or we’ll be late.
Jack: But wait! Maybe those are better!!!
me: (sensing the futility) Ok Ok let’s go, Jack, you have to pick one or I will pick for you.
I chose the sneakers I believe. 🙂
Fast forward to the present day. Yesterday actually.
me: Jack, let’s take a walk to the beach. (Our campsite was about 1/10th of a mile from the ocean.
Jack (at age 12): But, I don’t want to swim!
me: I didn’t say you had to swim, I just want to walk there and check out the beach and see how the water feels.
Jack: Should I change?
me: For what?
Jack; In case I want to swim!?
me: (feeling the old pattern starting to unfold) If you want to put on your bathing suit just in case, go ahead….
Jack: The water’s probably too cold to swim!
me: So let’s just walk there and check it out.
Jack: But what if we get there and I want to swim???
me: You’ll walk back and get your bathing suit on…
Jack: Ooohhhhh… (hand wringing)
me: Ok I’m walking… byeeeee!
Jack: (in true waffler fashion) Wait! I’m going to change!!
(He changed into his bathing suit, he did swim, it wasn’t too cold, AND he had fun.)
Anyone else have waffles for breakfast? 🙂