Big Girl has had that realization already.
Example:
Tonight, I came to understand the frustration my parents often had with me for the slow speed with which I attacked meals.
After picking every pepperoni off her leftover piece of pizza, she began finding every excuse in the book to *not* eat.
Cue Mom.
Eat your dinner.
EAT your dinner.
EAT YOU DINNER!
1-2-3-4...
Whereupon Big Girl wheels around and exclaims "LOVE YOU, MOMMY! Kiss?" while beelining over to me, lips puckered.
I surrender.
Big Girl 1, Mommy 0
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