Following a normal dinner diatribe of "I don't like this!", "I'm not hungry!" and other various declarations, Ellie excused herself from the table.
I informed her, in no uncertain terms, that she was "done for the evening" and that if she didn't eat the food I had prepared for her, she'd have to go hungry. She quickly agreed to my terms and made her escape. I then dumped the offensive spaghetti in the garbage and proceeded to finish the dishes.
Approximately 11 minutes later, as I'm loading the very last utensil into my dishwasher, Ellie perches herself at the top of the stairs and loudly declares that she is "confused".
"What?", I inquired.
"I'm super, dooper, ooper, mooper, confused, Mom because my body was telling me that I wasn't hungry, but I was just cuckoo in the head because I really am hungry and I don't know why I was so confused but I don't like it when my body is telling me that I'm not hungry when I really am and I don't like being cuckoo in the head (accompanied by a LOT of self-inflicted smacks to the side of her head) because it's not good to think you're not hungry when you really are..." And so forth.
And I'll admit it: Her performance was delivered with such feeling and innocence that I totally caved.
I fixed her a hot dog.
(Which her body apparently told her she was hungry enough to eat.)
3 comments:
Watch out...she is SMART!!!! I have one that knows JUST how to ask - and I cave every time, because I think, "He's not REALLY smart enough to have thought that whole thing out ... right?
...Right?
...Right?"
Your kids are hilarious!! Where do they come up with this stuff? I love it. See, I am the mean mom. I don't cave. You don't eat, you go hungry until the next meal...no exceptions! (usually....)
That is so funny! I would have just said, too bad. Maybe tomorrow you won't be so confused. Bummer.
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