This weekend I made banana pudding, a good, old fashioned taste of heaven that my boys devoured.
Then today, as I was preparing my lunch, I spied the last bit of the banana pudding in the refrigerator. A mental battle ensued: should I eat it, or should I save it for the boys?
Then I remembered how this morning everyone was grumpy and out of sorts despite my cheery attempts to spread a little sunshine with teasing, laughter, and hugs all around. But nothing worked. Evidently, contrariness was the order of the day.
I ate all that banana pudding, stopping just short of licking the bowl.