A draw

I had to take Anne to our friend's for babysitting yesterday. (Our surrogate family friends) We arrived at 3 pm, with Anne having no more than a single bite of waffle in her belly all day long. (Well..plus a cup of juice in the AM and a bottle of milk at nap time-I'm not going to sacrifice a nap to make a point with waffles and not let her have her milk.) Our friend is notoriously famous for completely spoiling Anne, mainly with food. A few months ago, we were told by his wife that he had given Anne ice cream at 5 months old! Yeah...anyway, I told him I really didn't want her to have anything at all until she ate the waffles.

I picked her up at 6 pm. Peaches were on the counter and pizza was supposedly being made. He said she ate her waffles, but I wonder...within a few minutes, Anne ran over to a cabinet and began saying "Cookies!" while pointing. I asked what she was saying and he said "Oh, that's where the cookies are...oh and dog treats...she probably means dog treats..." Why do I have a feeling one attempt at waffles were made, waffles were deposited in the trash and cookies and cheese were had all afternoon...I guess that's what (adopted) family is for, huh?