"Mommy and Daddy have a surprise for you guys after dinner," I say.
The little boys do their little celebratory wiggle dance in the kitchen. Super Wy hollers, "I love surprises!"
He looks at me expectantly. "Where's my surprise."
"After dinner, Baby Doll."
He does his disgusting face with an extra little pout. "I hate dinner...I no want dinner."
"Okay, you don't have to eat," I shrug and start for the front room. "Of course, that means no surprise either. I guess you can wait until after tomorrow's dinner."
He eyes his new foe, the plate. "Noooo...I want to eat. I hungry."