The Food Battle

Food has been a battle lately.  I have started requiring more bites before Big Girl can leave the table.  Lunch was no exception.  Unfortunately, lunch included leftovers from the dinner battle last night.  So, I was prepared for the battle before we began lunch.  To my surprise, it was not much of a battle at all.  In fact, there were a few bites without any words at all! So, at the end of the meal, when she said, "Mom, I'm full."  I was happy to let the rest of it slide if she could eat just one more bite.

Me: "Alright, you did a good job.  If you eat one more bite, you can get up."


Big Girl:  (in a tone very imitative of her mother) "I don't have any more room in my tummy, are you sure you want me to eat it?" (complete with the head tilt to the side)


This would have been a convincing argument if she had waited long enough for a response before stuffing the bite in her mouth. We will have to work on the importance of timing with our threats.

Adventures with Dad

Today's Sister-ism is compliments of Dad.

Dad went to pick up dinner for us and even took the kiddos. Thank you, Daddy!

While he was in the car, Sister asked him:

"Daddy, are we getting food at a restaurant and taking it home so we can gobble it up?"

Daddy: "Would you like to get some food at a restaurant and take it home so we can gobble it up?"

Sister: "YES!"

Daddy: "What do you think, Brother? Should we get some food at a restaurant to take home so we can gobble it up?"

He turns around to see Brother sucking his fingers as usual and just staring at him.

Sister: (very matter-of-fact) "He doesn't talk much."

It's true. He doesn't.

Straddling the Fence

I opened a bottle of wine. As I am trying to open it, Sister Bear asks me:

"Mommy, are you going to drink that wine or pour it?"

"I am going to drink it."

"Does Daddy get some? He LOVES wine."

"Yes, he can have some, will you go ask him if he wants some"

Sister leaves goes into the other room to ask him. Then she comes out and says to me,
"He said 'Yes, please.' (pause) Or, maybe 'No, thank you.' (pause) But, really, 'Yes, please.'"

So, I go in to clarify what was really said, and Daddy was just as confused as I was. Apparently, Sister asked him,
"Mommy said you want some wine if she wants some wine if you want it"

So, he replied "Yes, please."

But, I guess the back and forth is more fun.

Potty

Sister woke up from her nap and comes up to me for a big hug. I hold her and as she is hugging me, she whispers,

"I just couldn't resist, so I was going potty in bed."

Yep, she knows the correct definition, now can we teach her connotation?

Ahh...the Truth Hurts

So, I was changing clothes to go to the gym. Sister came in and affectionately rubbed my belly (much like when I was pregnant) and then the truth came out:

"Mom, you have been eating too much junk food and too much healthy food and your belly is getting too big."

"Yes, I have."

Thanks.

Role Playing

Sister came out of her bedroom with her "purse" on her shoulder and her comb and detangle spray in her other arm. She stops, turns (like she is posing for a camera) and says

"Mom, I said to myself, I need to go on a nature walk."

"Okay, you can go on a nature walk, but you need to put your comb and spray away first."

"But, what if my hair gets knotted and tangled and worst of all, wild?" (It's a line from one of her favorite stories.)

"Well, I guess you will just have to go on your walk with knotted and tangled and worst of all, wild hair, then."

"No, I don't think so. If my hair gets knotted and tangled and worst of all wild, I will need those things."

Oh, to be 3 again.