Predictability

It seems that perhaps my children know me even better than I know myself. I didn't think I was so terribly predictable, I like to try new things, I appreciate a new adventure. But apparently there are a few things I never vary.

Consider this morning's conversation between me and 3 year old Lily:

Lily: I'm hungee, I like some cereal.
Mommy: You are going to work with me today and we are out of milk, if we leave RIGHT NOW I will take you to Jack in the Box for a Breakfast Jack.
Lily: I can have a chocolate milk?
Mommy: sure
Lily: You can have a Diet Coke?
Mommy: (laughing) you betcha!

To tell the truth, my thought process had not actually gotten as far as "if I take Lily to get a breakfast jack then I can have a diet coke." i was just considering that the breakfast I had made her into which I had folded orange-creme flavored mucinex (at daddy's request to get her to eat it) and been left untouched except for the single bite she took where it was determined that orange-creme-mucinex flavored scrambled eggs wasn't going to be the next taste sensation.