Unfortunately, I just caught her on top of my reclining chair grabbing the bag of marshmallows from the bookshelf. She spots my stunned face and knows she is caught sticky handed, so she desperately stuffs her mouth like a crazed chubby bunny...
The marshmallows are hidden away and she is beside herself in tears over it, screaming out repeatedly as she rolls about on the carpet, "I want marshmallows!" like an addict in withdrawal...
And all I can think about is that she would most certainly fail that famous marshmallow test from the 1960s that supposedly measures one's success in life based on one's willpower to delay gratification as a child.
So then what do I do as she tantrums? I covertly stuff a marshmallow into my mouth...
Sigh.
I know. I too would fail the marshmallow test....
