Can you tell the difference between these two varieties of apples? The Amazing Cracker can!
Apple #1 is a Gala Apple. You can always find them at the grocery store, and they are one of the cheaper varieties.
Apple #2 is a Pink Lady apple. Most grocery stores carry them, but certain times of the year they are impossible to find. And because they are fam-damn-schmancier, even the pesticide laced ones are twice the price of any other apple in the store.
Why do I care?
Because every grocery store in a 50 mile radius of our home is out of apple #2. And even though I already knew better, I thought I'd try to sneak apple #1 past his nose again. You see, he decided months ago (the last time I tried to substitue) that he won't even kinda consider ingesting apple #1. But apple #2? I have to limit him to 5 a day or he'd never eat anything else.
So what happened? Tears. He took one look, not one bite, but ONE LOOK at apple #1 and started to cry.
"Me no eat dis apple! Me eat my apple! Mooooom-meeeeee! Me...want...my...apple!"
This, for us, is the difference between 2 and 3. And if I'm scaring you, the Cracker at 2 was too easy and we knew it. Other parents had warned us: if they're easy at 2, they'll make up for it at 3. Same scenario 3 months ago? "No da dou." Yes, he really said "No thank you."
Now for the Devil candy portion of our post, just to even things out a little.
A scene between J and the Cracker a few weeks back in the throne room:
J: Good job! You peed on the potty!
C: Yeah me!
(J pulls out the treats.)
J: Now, in my left hand there are 3 M&Ms. See?
J: In my right hand there are five. See?
J: Which hand do you want?
C: Dis one! (Points to left hand.)
J: Cracker, look. Left hand 3. One, two, three.
J: Right hand 5. One, two, three, four, five. You with me here?
C: Yes! One, tdew, twee, orr, fife! (starting to twitch in anticipation)
J: Right! Now, which hand do you want?
C: Dis one! (Left hand again.) YEAH ME! (jumping up and down and clapping)
J: Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?
C: Yes! Da dou Daddy!