Will and the Pepper

Yesterday I was making enchiladas for a new neighbor family and cut some chilies from my garden to sprinkle on top.  William, who has always enjoyed a wide variety of foods, looked at the pepper and asked if he could have some.  I told him no, it was very hot; he could smell the top of the pepper but he shouldn't eat it.  He sniffed it a few times and then took a nibble.  "I like it Mom!!" came the ecstatic reply; okay, I thought. 

He nibbled on it for a few minutes and then started running circles around the house crying because his mouth was hot.  I dropped what I was doing and ran to get him a glass of milk (kind of laughing to myself) and he felt better after the milk so I start changing Brianna's dirty diaper.

Just as I'm up to elbows in poop, Will started running circles and crying again so I offer him some ice cream thinking cool, plus milk, plus sugar should do the trick.  

I leave Brianna screaming diaperless on the floor (heaven forbid I should be beyond her eyesight in her needy separation anxiety stage) and run to the kitchen.  Halfway to the freezer I see a bowl of yogurt on the table and start shoving spoonfuls in Will's mouth but he's disappointed it's not ice cream so he howls louder.  Now it's a competition between Will and Brianna to see who can best scream for Mommy's attention.

I get the ice cream for Will as Brianna dejectedly crawls/screams searching for me.  He happily eats his ice cream while I scoop up Brianna and finish her diaper change, happy that she didn't make any messes on the floor amid the crisis.  As I soothe Brianna, I look up to see William nibbling on that pepper again.  

That little stinker only got a piece of bread for his burning mouth.