Someone Order a Maternity Test

Last weekend Cabin Girl performed with her ballet company in the city arts department's rendition of James and the Giant Peach.  I volunteered backstage, but she has 2 more performances this coming weekend, one of which I get to watch, so expect a full post full of glitter and tutus early next week.

Anyway, since I couldn't watch, and no one was there to give her flowers, I decided to grab her a treat on our way home afterwards Saturday.  

She chose Starburst.

And then, after eating the first one, offering a piece to me, giving her dad and brother a piece, this happened:

This is the child that MADE encouraged me to eat an entire turtle cheesecake a week, by myself (really; so much as look at my cheesecake, and I will eat your face), every week of the 3rd trimester from within the womb.  I would down 32 ounces of blueberry Italian soda on my way to work, every morning.

And now she's content to let candy sit in the cupboard, taunting the rest of the family, for DAYS?!

It's a sad morning when you realize you have less willpower than a not-quite 7 year old.