Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't do that. She just screamed AS IF I had put nuclear waste on her plate.
What I DID was let her macaroni and cheese TOUCH her carrots.
She knows about these cafeteria divider plates and thinks I won't buy them on purpose.
This from a child who when the soda is from one of those public serve-yourself fountains, squirts two ounces of each into her big cup and drinks the whole root-beer-orange-lemon-lime-fruit-punch-diet-lemonade-mister-pibb concoction without comment.
well, in all fairness- it was carrots :)
ReplyDeleteMy parents used to tell me that the food all got mixed up inside after it was eaten...But I refuse to believe their lies.
ReplyDelete;>)
Skip the trays, buy lots of small bowls. Be thankful she'll even eat carrots. (that is if you don't wreck them by letting them touch the macaroni and cheese.)
ReplyDeleteObsessive compulsive much? You are raising a little Mr. Monk.
ReplyDeleteHJ
when my daughter was a toddler and even younger i got this odd notion that she just had to eat carrots! that i would be the bad mommy of the century if i let her go without carrots.
ReplyDeletei would even put the jarred baby desset on the tip of the spoon of mashed carrots hoping to get them into her by trickery.
she , it turned out was craftier and had more talent than her mom because she would somehow eat all the dessert and spit NOTHING but carrots back out at me.
she's 35 and we still laugh about the great carrot war of the 70's!
But you did use the following:
ReplyDelete- six-year-old's plate
- child
That was close, too close, to being an actual mommy blog.
Scary.
She was right, you know.
ReplyDeleteThe bad shit always starts when food touches.
I have a female friend who is nearly 50 who freaks out when her food touches other food on her plate. It's an awesome thing to behold.
ReplyDeleteHeh. My sister Melissa was just.like.that.
ReplyDeleteThen she became a vegan. I wonder if that's in her future at some point?
. . . and there's always my dad's, "Everything looks the same on the way out." I think he and darkblack's parents must be related.
ReplyDeleteBG - Been there. Best response is equal parts serenity, firmness and love (actually to any whining).
ReplyDeleteGood luck!
The Department of Children and Family Services has been notified.
ReplyDeleteAlso the Carrot Advisory Council :-)
I'm taking my daughter to college this weekend and she hates her food to touch. Tres anal.
ReplyDeleteShe takes after her mother.
Funny--with my last of four gone to college, you've brought memories of them when they were little!
ReplyDeleteAt Thanksgiving I refuse to allow my other to put food on my plate. You see, green vegetables should never ever be placed next to candied sweet potatoes. She simply won't learn. That is, um, I understand where your daughter is coming from.
ReplyDeleteCarrots? **ick**
ReplyDeleteHi, BG. Ugly melamine divided stackable plates and bowls. Life is too short. ($16 at Target for an 8-pc. set). They're indestructible, and think of all the joy you'll have years from now throwing them out.
ReplyDeleteI know this sounds like letting the monkeys run the zoo, but if raising kids has taught me anything, it's that you should save your ammo for when it counts (if you can).
This is it?
ReplyDeleteThis is what's come down to the end of the universe?
And all along, I thought it was . . . . 42.
Either you rule the kids, or they rule you.
One way, you get a life. The other way, they punish you MUCH earlier than they are allowed to.
They'll do that much more effectively when yer in yer 70's and they think they run yer voodoo and fear of living alone.
Kids are evil. I know. I was one. *G*
Wait...yours actually eats FOOD?
ReplyDeleteI thought at 6 they lived on air, junk food and sugary treats. At least that's the Peeper's philosophy as expressed every time we try to get him to ingest a pasta noodle or two.
I'm with the dim sum (many little dishes) school - those damn trays just take up too much space.
Silly, silly BG. Before my son was born, I could never understand those divided tray plates. By the time he was two I owned a SET of them. At 14, he will now grudgingly allow the burger to have -gasp - cheese on it. But only if there's no sauce-ketchup-stuff [horrors]. Give it up. This one goes in the not-worth-fighting over department.
ReplyDeleteP.S. he does now use regular plates.
Silly, silly BG. Before my son was born, I could never understand those divided tray plates. By the time he was two I owned a SET of them. At 14, he will now grudgingly allow the burger to have -gasp - cheese on it. But only if there's no sauce-ketchup-stuff [horrors]. Give it up. This one goes in the not-worth-fighting over department.
ReplyDeleteP.S. he does now use regular plates.