Maybe it was the week in Greece this spring (yes, week in Greece - a once-in-a-lifetime family trip for a wedding - it was accordingly amazing and wonderful - yet here I am about to blog about potato chips - some things are for us, and some things are for the blog)...
Anyway, maybe it was the week in Greece without bedtimes or meal planning or dishes or laundry or commutes, but tonight I think I really tested my comfort with a relaxed approach to parenting.
The boys and I came home around 6:20 this evening, and before I could set the bags down, Squish asked if he could get a yogurt.
Normal answer: You can have a yogurt with dinner. Please be patient while I get everything ready.