December 12th, 2011
Miss Mouse has developed a freaky level of appreciation for delayed gratification. She’s three, let’s recall, and three-year-olds are not known for wanting to wait. For anything. Ever. Thus it is that I get asked daily if it’s Christmas Eve.
But when it comes to edible treats, my girl likes to savor her goodies and portion them out. Many mornings, she asks if she can save half her chocolate milk for dinner, tucking the glass into the fridge for later.
And if there are treats at church, she usually takes a couple bites of a cookie before announcing her intention to save it to have with lunch. She gives detailed instructions to her handmaiden (me) to wrap her treat in a napkin and Do Not Drop It, then she eats it at lunch. Except, of course, for when she decides to save it for dinner.
|Half that piece of cake came home with us.|
I’m proud of her and sort of jealous of her self-control. Let’s just say you’ll rarely see me saving a cookie for later when given the opportunity to eat it immediately.
I’ve learned, though, that delayed gratification is absolutely only appreciated when Miss Mouse is the one making the decision. When I tell her she can eat a piece of candy after dinner, or that we’ll go to the park tomorrow because it’s getting late today, her response is somewhat less temperate!