A few days ago, my son asked me if we could go out to breakfast (on a Wednesday?) because we had no food in the house.
“We have muffins, babe, you can’t be out of food when you have muffins.”
“Can I have leftover lasagna?”
“Yes, you can have for breakfast anything we had for dinner.”
“Can I have ice cream?”
“No, we don’t have ice cream for dinner.”*
“We do at Grandma’s.”
Ahem, we do not follow Grandma’s “rules” here.
*Okay, when it was a 1000 degrees here I allowed him to have pie a la mode for dinner--you want consistency read someone else’s blog, ‘cause you’re not gettin’ it here.