It's Too Late

At 9:45pm last night, Twelve asked me if I would take her to a new frozen yogurt place so that she could get some frozen yogurt. She even offered to use a gift card that she had received to 'pay' for her own yogurt.

Being the extraordinarily mean mother that I am, I said 'Not tonight, it's too late, but we can go tomorrow'. I had two reasons for saying 'No'. #1, I figured that DH would blow a gasket if I suddenly announced at 10 o'clock at night that Twelve and I were going for some frozen yogurt, seeing that DH was busy reading the new Harry Potter book with Ten at that time. and #2, I didn't want to deal with a lecture from DH as to why Twelve and I shouldn't be going.

I figured that his lecture would include the following points: (which are all valid points, BTW)
1). It's late at night and you will end up going to sleep with all of that in your stomach, which isn't good for you. (directed at Twelve)
2). You had absolutely no exercise today. (directed at Twelve and I)
3). Twelve eats so unhealthfully, why would you take her for frozen yogurt? (directed at me)

Instead, I dealt with Twelve trying to convince me to take her, and when I stood my ground, of course I moved closer and closer to receiving the 'Meanest Mommy Award', which I evidently covet, given that I am so mean.

So, Twelve decided to watch a movie instead. Later on that evening, I told DH that Twelve wanted me to take her for frozen yogurt at 10pm...and what did he say???????

DH: "Oh yeah, everyone is doing that."

I said "Excuse me, what do you mean?"

DH's reply "All of the kids in our area go there late at night with their parents, it's the place to be."

I said: "Oh, I told her it was too late, because I figured that you would be upset if we went."

DH: "Nah, it's the thing to do"

Shows you what I know. So tonight I'm taking Twelve to the frozen yogurt place...that is, if she still wants to go.