You Don't Always Get What You Want...Unless You're Ptolemy

 "Can you guys help me?  I can't find any cookie dough in here."

 Yes, my response was to make cookie dough.  Look at that cute face!

 "Johnnie went to the creek and his mom told him not to."  Excerpt from the Johnnie story that Tolly repeats like a mantra.  He screams it over and over until I finally tell him the whole story...again.

 He used to hold up five fingers and say, "I'm two like this."  Then he figured out how to put some of the fingers down.  Sortof.  Whatever you say, Ptolemy.  Whatever you say.

 "Hey, I want to go to the beach wif you guys."

 "These goggles don't fit me, Woobee."

"But I wanted more chocolate!  Get me more chocolate!"

Ptolemy is a sweet, perfect little guy.  At least I think so.  In reality, he's probably a screaming, spoiled rotten monster who rejects the notion that he can't have his way.  But he seems like a heavenly angel to me.  Yesterday at the pool, he came to me in his goggles and said, "I wanted chocolate."  I tried to explain that I didn't have any.  I searched through my bag and said there was no chocolate.  Ptolemy's cries got louder and louder, demanding chocolate, until I finally searched Ruby's bag and found a Reese's Peanut Butter cup.  I like to think that Ptolemy is learning perseverance and determination in the face of adversity, rather than admit that I'm spoiling him.  "If at first you don't find chocolate, try, try again" is a valuable lesson no matter what age you are.

What?  You said I'm a great parent?  Thank you.  You don't think Ptolemy is just a tiny bit spoiled?  Oh sorry, can't hear you.  Ptolemy wants to hear the Johnny story again.  Gotta go.