Mr. T: Can I have some of that?
Me: No--you have to be at school in 5 minutes. There isn't time. Finish up and get your shoes on.
Mr. T: Can I just have a little?
Me: It will be here when you get home from school. Then you can have some. Get going.
Mr. T: But I want some now.
And so on and so forth. I swear to God my oldest is OCD about food. I bet he spends half his day worrying about when and whether he'll get to have some of the damn Cookie Crisp and the first thing he'll do when he walks in the door is head for the pantry. Wanna bet?
In other news, the space for the potager is filled in and leveled out. I'll start building the raised beds this afternoon after I spray the fruit trees (something I've never done before either, but according to all I've read I'd better learn how and do it every 2 weeks or no apples or pears for us!). Progress at last.Look at that smooth, flat surface!