Monday, November 18, 2013

Emma vs Dinner

Emma honestly needs to work in national security.  If she decided she wasn't going to tell you something, that's it.  I don't care what you did to her.  With Abbie, the old, "two more bites and you get a cupcake" thing always, eventually worked.  Abbie caved.   Never once, in the history of Emma has she given in to the cupcake pressure.  And she WANTS a cupcake.

Like tonight, here's how a grilled cheese sandwich negotiation played out:

1.  Emma, (our 2 year old),  eats a tiny bite of each sandwich triangle, spitting most of it out.

2.  Mommy breaks off a bite-sized piece and hands it to Emma.  Emma eats an unseeable amount and hands it back.

3.  Emma states that the sandwich is:
- Icky
- "PU"
- Stinky (showing her regard for my ability to understand what words mean)
- Wet

4.  Emma feeds her sandwich to the dog

That's it.  That's all there was!  She even helped DECORATE the cupcakes.  During the stand-off.  Just standing there, starring at the glistening chocolate glaze.  Did the child blink?  Did she even consider a different course of action?  NO!

And it's not even that she just has a great defense.  The child has a killer offense.  The conflict initiated because she skipped over to me like a little fairy, leaned against my knee, stuck her bum out, put her hand on her hip, batted her mile-long eyelashes and said, "cupcake?!"

All I can say is, "good luck, mortal enemy and/or future husband, good luck".  :) 

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