YES! YES! YES!
Aiden has all the delaying tactics in world to not come when it is mealtime. He has to go to the bathroom, he wants to get one toy, Penguinito (yes, that's what he calls his little penguins) is all alone upstairs, McQueen wants to come to the table. This guy is even better than I ever was at giving excuses. Then there are days when he doesn't even bother with reasoning. He'll just ignore me, the food and everyone else, and do what ever the hell wants to.
He was driving nuts so I made a new rule. After calling them to lunch or dinner, I would then inform them that the meal would be served for the next 20 minutes. I even put my mobile alarm on, it's the one thing they cannot dispute when it comes to time. Despite all this Aiden always made it to the table before those 20 minutes were over. He'd run to his chair two minutes before the alarm went off. Two frigging minutes! When the alarm would go, he'd look at me with that up-yours-you-evil-manipulative-conniving-bitch-mama look.
But yesterday the Gods were good to me. I finally won. He was so late everything was cleared by the time he got to the table. He wailed when he realized that I wasn't exaggerating when I said the meal would be over. So he screamed and sobbed, quivered his lips, threw his head in his hands and threw himself on the sofa. HA! You snooze, you loose. That's what I was thinking but I said something more along the lines of lunch is over, it's now nap time. Then he looked up and gave me the most pitiful, sad look and I looked back at him with that shove-it-you-evil-manipulative-conniving-little-devil look.
Ah, motherhood is sweet.