Punkin lost her sweet privileges for a couple of days because she "stole" more of her Easter candy than she had been allowed to have. OOPS!
So, tonight while Punkin was away from the table for a moment (do your children always have to go to the bathroom in the middle of dinner like mine?), this was our conversation:
WeaverDad: I would like some pie.
WeaverMom: Ok. Punkin lost her sweets. Are you sure you want to go there? (meaning Punkin is going to have a big ole fit if we eat pie in front of her and she can't have any)
WD: Yes. I shouldn't have to lose my pie.
SnugBug: If I finish my dinner, I would like to go there.