Work vs. Food

Wayne came in a short time ago after taking care of the horses and ushered our curly haired diva outside. It is a beautiful day and he thought he could put her to work. I was grateful, she had already woken me up from two naps. I am told she was a big help for the better part of an hour. That is until I went out and offered her a PB&J (her new passion) and that she could eat it in a chair her BellBell brought her from her Great Aunt MoMo's house. When I brought her picnic back out to her, she was already perched in the chair, boots off and yelling words of encouragement to her Daddy. "Your doing such a good job Daddy!!!!" Wayne was less than appreciative about losing his help.