whatever she’ll eat
I won’t argue anymore
as long as she’s full
The wee-er one has become a picky eater. Well, not picky, per se, it’s just that she won’t eat anything. At all. Ever. I think it has something to do with the dreaded two year molars coming in. Bleh.
So anyway, all day has become the new gameshow: What Will The Wee-er One Eat?!. The winner gets to not become malnourished. Yay! It’s a really fun game and usually culminates with me tossing some chopped up strawberries into a bowl, some pirate booty into another bowl, putting both bowls on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, and backing away as if I am trying to feed an angry miniature hyena that has spontaneously appeared in my kitchen.
Well, tonight was the same as all nights. Much screaming. Much "NO LIKE DAT!" and "NO WANT DAT!" until we accidentally stumbled upon the perfect combination of food she’ll eat:
maple yogurt in an ice cream cone
Whatever works, right?