The Bean Giveth and The Taketh Away

I forgot to take a picture and I should have because the best part of my Mother's Day was the gift I got from Ev. It was a red, sparkly Christmas bag, filled up with various treasures. It had a wrench, a bit of scotch tape, a plastic jewel or two, several bits of paper with different meanings, a receipt, and a tiny screw driver: a typical Evelyn gift then. It also had the sweetest hand written card that said : "To Mama From Evelyn Dillon Like, Evelyn Dillon".
All was well in our little kingdom. I had my gift bag and it was being kept in the "place of honor" in the dining room. It stayed there until last night, when the poo hit the fan around here.
You see, I must explain. Ev has, for the first time in her life, become a picky eater. A vocal and picky eater. Now I have very little patience with this - it's true. I have handled this sitch-ee-ay-shun very well for a couple of weeks, I have just tried to be patient, cut out all sugary and junk treats- hoping that she would right herself.
She outlasted me.
Last night I had the unmitigated gall to put a schmear of refried beans on her taco.
I KNOW!!!!
Well, this resulted in what we now call "The Refried Bean Incident of 2010".  A far as my ability to loose my grip goes, this was nothing because, shortly after she uttered the words "I DO NOT like this. With THESE beans" - you know the tone of voice she used? Well let's just say it was perfectly accompanied by a turned up nose and a defiant toss of the head.
Now the OLD me would have lost it completely and yelled and.....other things .Last night I just looked at Les and said "you better handle this".
She seemed unrepentant after a talk with Papa. The offending taco sat there cooling.
I looked at her and said "girl you might want to get somewhere else right now because I am mad and getting madder. Please go up to your room so I don't end up yelling at you for an hour. Let me calm down"
She went up.
I calmed down.
Les negotiated a treaty.
A few minutes later she said sweetly "mama did you notice? Where is your gift?"
The red sparkly bag of goodies was gone.
Revoked.
She was mad at me too, so she took her gift back. Smugly.

With good behavior I earned it back this morning around 10:30 am. I am glad because I desperately needed that old Dairy Queen receipt.