Popcicles

Last night I told Topher and Ethan they could each have one popsicle before they went to bed. They both had their ONE popsicle and of course had to ask for another (just to see if I forgot I told them only one). I told them "No, I said that you could have ONE. No more." Then Ethan tried to get another one (I'm not entirely sure he even heard me when I said no more). Then I hear Topher yelling "MOM SAID NO MORE!!!!" and a slam...then a crack...then a scream. I looked over and Topher had (inadvertently) slammed the refrigerator door on Ethan's hand. The crack I heard was (unfortunately) Ethan's hand...right on the knuckles. It bruised it, but thankfully, didn't break it. Then Ethan, cuddling his hand and with tears streaming down his face says "Mom? 'cicle (popsicle)?" Alright...I'm not heartless...he got another popsicle.