Jedi likes to have a pudding at night before bed, when his brother and sister are sound asleep. It’s something that he can savor by himself, without a constant nag to share. I get it, I understand, I’m known to do the same. So we oblige.
Yesterday, however, he decided he wanted his pudding in the afternoon, when it would need to be divided with his siblings. This has the beginnings of a bad joke, but I swear. Pudding is a serious matter. Chocolate pudding, to be exact.
Before I consented, I made sure he understood that this was it. You can only have one pudding a day. If he ate his pudding now, he couldn’t have any later. He agreed and the pudding was merrily annihilated amongst the three of them.
Later on that night though, after his brother and sister were tucked under their covers, J handed him a pudding before I could protest. I sat down at the table across from him as he consumed that pudding cup without so much as an ounce of remorse.
“You remember this afternoon, don’t you?”
“Yes”, he replied swiftly between bites.
“Do you remember what we said?”
“Yes”, he answered, still inhaling one spoonful after another.
“When I said since you had a pudding this afternoon, then you couldn’t have one later?”
“Yes”, he looked up, mouth saturated in chocolate. “But I don’t care.”