This morning Ricki wanted a fried egg, and discovering that there were no eggs in the fridge, she offered to go to the grocery to purchase some more. Although fearful that she would snitch borekas (even though the grocery man would keep an eye on her, and write them on the bill), I was very busy, and reluctantly agreed.
Guess what? She didn’t take any pastries, and the one candy she did buy (yes, without asking first) she did show the grocery man to write on the bill. This isn’t ideal, YET she felt very proud that she had not succumbed to the impulse to stuff herself in the store, and I guess that this is progress.