Conversation between the husband and the little boy, at the dinner table:
Husband: Come on, eat your dinner.
Boy: No!!! I want pancakes.
Husband: Pancakes? No, this is dinner, eat this. (He scoops a little bite of casserole on the boy's fork and holds it up to the boy's mouth.)
Boy: (covers his mouth with both hands and shakes his head no, frantically.)
Husband: (gently moves the boys hands and puts the bite in the boy's mouth.) There! See? Not so bad, right?
Boy: (with mouth full of food.) Noooooooooooo!!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!! (chews his food. Swallows) ewwww.......that's disgusting!
So then my husband made him take another bite and the boy ran away from the table as soon as it was in his mouth. With impressive defiance, he sat at the computer and started playing a game on Disney.com. Look at those chipmunk cheeks full of food!
So then my husband went and did some weird thing that husbands do or something, but then he was back a few minutes later. The boy is whining about pancakes again so my husband went over to him, picked him up, tucked him in like a football and then brought him over to me and set him on my lap.
Husband: Here you go wittle baby boy, here's your Mommy.
Boy: (whimper)
Husband: Hey, you can't eat nothing but pancakes your whole life, you will turn into a pancake, you know that?
Boy: (nodding his head in confirmation) uh-huh.
Husband: You do? You want to be a pancake?
Boy: uh-huhhhhh.
I watched these exchanges with a big grin on my face, thinking how adorable my little boy is, but also wondering if I gave this much trouble about eating dinner to my parents. (I'm pretty sure I would never eat the canned peas. Okay I'm pretty sure I never ate ANY kind of pea.)
So then, I waited till the husband went out into the garage and I......
made that boy (who wants to be a pancake) some pancakes!!
4 comments:
priceless!! LOVE that you made him pancakes :) great story.
I'm totally laughing at this story. You have such a great way of writing it--serioulsy, you should write kid books or something. Way to give in on the pancakes! (Aren't you glad he wasn't like, "no! Only filet mignon! I want filet mignon!!")
What happened to "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit"?
That's the motto we had growing up. Once when I was completely disgusted by the fish my mom served, Grandma Dudley waited until my mom was out of the room and took my dinner and threw it away for me. It was pretty awesome!!!
I can see I have something to learn about being a grandma. I am afraid that I would have said "If you don't eat what I cook, you don't eat." Is that way bad? SKW
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