In a moment of weakness, I just displayed a fine Bill Cosby moment.  My three-year-old has been getting up two-to-three times each night shortly after being put to bed, citing all sorts of reasons as to why she’s up.  Tonight, she descended upon my wife and me eating cherry pie with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream.  A child’s delight quickly followed by, “Can I have some pie, daddy?”

What was my promise if she were to go to bed right now?  Tomorrow morning she can have cherry pie for breakfast.