Being the father of two small girls for almost four years now, I still cease to amaze myself. You would think in that time I would learn my lesson, but alas -- I found myself today in the Great Twinkle Debacle.
I tend not to overload my kids with sugar, but from time to time I let them explore the finest in dining cuisine. Today I thought it would be cool to let my oldest daughter have a Twinkie after she took her nap as a treat for having good listening ears and being nice to her little sister during the past week.
The mistake I made was I told her about the Twinkie before she took her nap. I knew better, but I let it slip and now it's been three hours and my little girl is refusing to nap and trying every trick in the book to get the tasty fluff filled snack cake.
So far I have "I love you, daddy", "I've been a big girl, daddy" and my favorite is "I haven't hit sissy in a while." That is an accomplishment, I must say.
I've had at least 20 hugs, 16 kisses and various forms of 'peace' offerings brought to me over the course of the afternoon. Now she's telling me that she's scared and needs a snack so she won't be afraid. The kid has a smile to melt your heart and the evil ingenuity to find a way to get what she wants.
You want to know the funny part of this whole story? I realized an hour ago we don't have any Twinkies left in the house. Looks like I know someone who's going to Wal-Mart later.