The anti-smugness gods struck a blow, only moments after my last gleeful post about how good my kids were doing. Damn them! (The gods and the kids!)
We were sitting at the dinner table and suddenly, out of the blue, my 2-year-old who used to eat anything and everything, decided that she did not like her food. Probably because that’s what her big brother has been doing lately. This on the day we were actually planning to have desserts, ice cream cones.
The battle had begun. Lines were drawn. Ice cream was scooped and smushed into cones.
Eat your supper.
If you don’t eat your supper you don’t get ice cream.
Don’t like my food!
Do you want your ice cream cone?
Then eat your supper.
On went the battle, neither side willing to relinquish their stance. Pre-schooler began eating an ice cream cone, daddy dug into his ice cream cone too.
The negotiations began again, a repeat of the previous and fruitless discussion.
Mommy got irritated and decided to have an ice cream cone after all, with the intent of rubbing it in.
Eat your supper!
Daddy scooped one last ice cream cone, placed it in the middle of the table.
If you want this, you have to eat that.
Silence followed as the rest of us finished our ice cream cones.
Suddenly, a change in the wind, followed by rapidly disappearing spoonfuls of rice and fish. Mommy and Daddy win! Balance is restored.