Ass Burger Boy thanks me each time I make supper. It wasn’t always thus at casa witchypoo. More times than I can count, he was in his room, engrossed in something that engrosses him, and my interruption to tell him that food was ready was not a welcome one.
He would show his displeasure at my announcement, for the inconvenience of, oh my God, food! Usually he would snarl or growl at me. The nerve of me, his mother, wanting to interrupt his precious computer time with sustenance!
I decided that growling was not the response I wanted when I made a meal.
I went on strike.
For two weeks, I did not make a morsel for ABB to eat. He had to forage for himself in the pantry. He was old enough. Give me a break.
The rule was that whatever he cooked, he must clean up after himself. Really, it’s not such a hardship when you have a dishwasher.
I still cooked for myself, however. I cooked very delicious, eye-appealing meals.
I ate them in front of him. The leftovers were off-limits, because I had cooked them.
It took two weeks of being lured out of his room by delicious aromas, aromas of food he was not invited to eat, before he broke.
He promised to never growl at me when I announced supper again.
He still remembers. He actually thanks me every mealtime.
He also never complains when there is a “fend for yourself day” because he knows it isn’t going to last two whole weeks!
Sometimes, I’m so smart I scare myself.
or, maybe its just smart parenting. or maybe ABB is just lucky he’s gotta momma who’ll cook for him at all 
LOL. this gave me quite a chuckle! i needed that today!! (btw, TOTALLY hilarious even the leftovers were off-limits. HA!)
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