Their reward? Well here's the best part. As we're returning home, I'm aware of the fact that I really need to go to the commissary. Yet another of the many things low on their "how-I-want-to-spend-my-afternoon" list--actually, that's probably on the other list--the "how-I-absolutely-do-NOT-want-to-spend-my-afternoon" (come to think of it, it's on the same list for me). So, I had to figure out a way to make this work out for all of us. The conversation went something like this:
Kids: What's our reward?
Me: Well, I was thinking that I'd let you pick out any kind of cereal you want at the commissary, but that means we'll have to go to the commissary right now, and I'm thinking you guys would rather just go home.
Kids: That's okay, we can go now!
Me: Yeah, but I have a bunch of stuff on my list...we can't just go in and get cereal and then leave, I need to get other stuff too.
Kids: We don't mind. That will be okay.
Me: Are you sure?
Kids: Yeah! Let's go to the commissary!!!
Win-Win. Not bad, huh?