Barf.........it's whats for dinner!

Oh the joys of a lazy Sunday afternoon! We have had a great day just enjoying being home and lazing around. The boys filled the day with a star wars legos Wii marathon. I watched a movie, read the sales papers, played on facebook and then decided to cook my family a scrumptious dinner. I decided on meatloaf, smashed potatoes (not the instant junk), white shoe peg corn, and chocolate layer cake! Doesn't that just make you hungry? As I was wasting time on facebook I got into a chat with a cousin who cooks great! I ask him a few pointers on meatloaf and decide to go his way. His kids love his meatloaf and might I add that is the true test of a good meatloaf. I follow his instructions and as the meatloaf is cooking the smell is amazing. I just know the boys are gonna go for it. I dish out the plates so proudly. I set them down on the table to an alarmed child who starts questioning me. "Is this meatloaf mom?" I quickly and confidently answer, "No, this is meat pie. It has brown sugar in it." I get the token meatloaf groan and of course "I'm not eating this". I inform the sweet little gift from God that he must eat the minute piece of meatloaf if he wants choc. cake. He has no problem forgoing the choc. cake and not eating the meatloaf...............Oh the war begins. His father then takes over the war and rules he must eat it and takes away everything but the meatloaf. He starts taking a tiny bite and chew it and begins his crying. This not the kind of crying brought on by a terrible fall off a bike, or that of baby anticipating a splinter removal. This is a war cry. A self induced, I can make you feel like crap, not eat this stuff, and still get my choc. cake war cry. Well I ain't biting! I just sit there and watch it all unfold. I watch as my extremely intelligent husband is taking the bait. He didn't just take the bait. He bought the bait, put it on the hook and jabbed into his own cheek and allowed himself to be reeled in. Mason chewed a giant piece made a pretend gag and spit it back out onto his plate. He begins wailing even more. He starts to elevate his voice and asks very seriously, "Do I got to eat all this BARF?" I can't control myself at this point and begin to howl with laughter. Did this stinking dinner table terrorist just call my food barf? Nick of course with the hook still through his jaw tries again to negotiate a treaty. A treaty that sounded a bit like this, " If don't eat this you are not getting choc. cake."
He still wasn't ready to surrender. He took miniature bite after bite while his brother and I finished our meals and enjoyed the show. After each bite he tried to tell us how he was done and there was no more on the plate. I hate when the meatloaf goes invisible. At this point I realized this was a great blog in the making and get up and grab the camera. The child pulls his polo over his face and tries to drink his milk through it to prevent my taking a picture. I don't believe Dr. James Dobson could have kept it together on this one. However Nick stayed the course. The event ended with the barf being injested and the choc. cake being denied! Chalk one up for Nick. I haven't a moral to the story. I just know the Kardashians have nothing on us!