Today, 4:40 pm. I'm in the kitchen washing dishes. Ginger wanders in.
"What are we dooooin'?"
"Well, I'm washing dishes, and then I'm going to make dinner."
She puts her yucky face on. "I don't like dinner."
Sigh. "I know." Take a moment to think fondly back to when they used to at least ask what we're having for dinner before saying they don't like it...
"I want brownies."
Turn off the water. Dry my hands. Prepare for battle. "It's not time for brownies. If you're hungry you can have a snack. Your choices are carrots or an orange."
"Um...." Wait. "Umm..." Shift weight to other foot. Fold arms. Put smiling expectant face on, hoping for the best.
"Um....I choose....pancakes!"
3 comments:
Hey, I know! My kids used to ask what we were having for dinner and it drove me nuts, so I made menus. How about you draw a picture on a sticky note of what you're having each night and put it on the fridge so they know what's coming up?
Also, a friend of mine was a daycare provider & she used to cut oranges into flat disks for the kids and called them cookies. Now, your kids of course would know the difference, but maybe they could be kinda... like... pancakes...
OK. Your blog is awesome and I am going to be checking it frequently. So much I can relate to, not to mention the food stuff. Yum! :-)
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