Do As I Say, Not As I Do

Nick and I have been "training" our kids for YEARS not to mess with our evil min pin when she is in the possession of anything edible.

Lizzie is evil. She steals food, from wherever -- the trash, the table, our plates -- and then she guards it with her life. We all know this about Lizzie. We aren't new here.

Sometime this morning, Lizzie pilfered a 4-pack of cheese on cheese crackers that was sitting on the kitchen table, leftover from someone's lunch yesterday. She then carried these crackers into Damon's room, where she lay on the bed all day with them and growled menacingly at anyone who dared to so much as LOOK at her crackers.

Comet spent most of the day under my chair. Even HE knows better (and he's not very smart). Avery and I didn't miss Lizzie at all. When she stays tucked away somewhere all day, we're generally grateful.

But, Nick came home for lunch this afternoon and, for some insane reason, decided he didn't want Lizzie to have those damn crackers anymore. (All I can figure is that he's determined to prove to her who's boss... can you hear me laughing?)

As Avery and I were settling down at the table, ready to consume the Wendy's he brought us, we heard a horrible ruckus coming from the bedroom.

I'm not sure who was the victor. Nick got the crackers away from Lizzie. He also got six bloody holes in his two thumbs... and spent the rest of his lunch hour bandaging them.

I'm always telling Nick to "choose his battles" with our children; he's never been very good at that. Apparently he's no better at choosing his battles with his evil dog, either... I kept saying, "why didn't you just let her keep the stupid crackers?? Were they that important?"

And I'm pretty sure Lizzie still thinks she's boss tonight.