A single two week stay with the Little One's grandparents has undone 3 years of good eating, a strictly enforced television ban, and almost every other good habit I've shed blood, sweat and tears trying to instill in my Little One.
Proof? At 6:30 this morning, while at the breakfast table, we had this exchange:
Little One: Mama, can I have chocolate chip cookies for breakfast?
Little One: I finished my oatmeal. Can I have a cookie now?
Little One: Please?
Little One: Can I watch a Pooh movie?
Little One: Stuart Little?
Little One: BBC Kids? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez?!
Little One: (Grimacing intensely, dramatically) Oh no!
Mama's Mama: (Handing the Little One half a chocolate chip cookie) Go ahead into the family room, sweetie. Pooh's on.