I Think I'm a Mean Nanny

Tonight as I was finishing dinner, Sara came in and asked what we were having for dessert. We had eaten a dessert the night before, and I told her that if we ate dessert every night we would be as big as barns. She insisted that it wasn't true and that if others ate the ice cream she could too, even if it was for lunch tomorrow instead of tonight. I reminded her that although they had played with a couple friends that very afternoon, they had sat and played Play Mobile or X box and hadn't done any running around or being active. I told her that I would time her, and if she ran for 20 minutes, I would let her have some ice cream for lunch tomorrow. She accepted the challenge and started running around the kitchen and around the table. Because she hadn't even run for a minute and she was gasping and asking if it had been 5 minutes yet, I really didn't think that she would do it. I still didn't think she would do it when she reached 7 minutes. If she reached 10, I thought she might have a chance but still wasn't certain. As she neared 13 minutes, I wanted her to reach the goal so I could give her the ice cream just to reward her perseverance. As she passed 15 minutes, I would have been surprised to see her quit and her earlier fatigue had mostly gone away. Only a few times did she need to be reminded that walking didn't count, it had to at least be a jog. At 19 minutes, I ran downstairs to get my camera. These were her victory laps.