Somewhere along the road (1,000 miles in so far) going to the pool has become synonymous with free-for-all snacking. It looks like this: we arrive at a pool at 10 am, they swim for 5 minutes and then declare their hunger with ever-increasing urgency (complete with Mia frantically rubbing her belly) until I am so broken down that I am putty in their hands. They’ve already had an apple, banana, and a piece of cheese. Now what? You want Doritos at 10:15am? Sure. I surrender. It’s kinda like feeding a hungry gaggle of geese, except these geese are armed with a persistence that could break even Chuck Norris.
So today as we drove to the pool, I had a discussion with them that went like this:
Me: Today, we’re going to work on how we deal with food at the pool. Mommy has snacks, and I will make sure you are fed. But you may not nag. Nagging is when you ask over and over and over again for something even after you’ve been given a response. So we’re not going to nag. Instead, you can ask Mommy politely for a snack and then practice patience while I get it. If we continue to have a hard time with nagging, we may need to stop bringing snacks to the pool. Ok?
The Hungry Ones: Ok.
Me: So no nagging, ok?
The Hungry Ones: Ok.
Me: So say it with me. No…
Sam: …Punching people in the face.
Bahahahaha!
Also a noble goal, though not what I was shooting for in today’s training sessions.
tommimom 
I’ve laughed out loud at almost every post I’ve read lately! haha.