Turkey and Consequences

This morning I asked Maddie if she wanted a slice of pit-smoked turkey in addition to her bowl of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch. She said no, so I put the last slice of turkey on my sandwich for lunch. About five minutes later, she told me she changed her mind and wanted the turkey. I told her it was too late - I explained that she can't just change her mind expecting the offer to still be good (life lesson). She started crying and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.

She doesn't act that way often, so I decided I should have a chat with her rather than discipline in this case. I asked why she was so sad and she said, "I really wanted the turkey. Actually, I really want my daddy."

Erik and I split just after we had Madeleine. He asked me to marry him and for a variety of reasons I'm hard-pressed to name, I said no. Now, five years after calling it off with Erik, the offer has expired. However, I often find myself thinking, "I changed my mind."

I gave Maddie the turkey after all - I doubt I'll get my turkey.