"I'd rather have the salmon."
That's how I might express my desire to have something else on the menu. My just-three year old son has a different idea, however. It usually takes one of three forms:
1. Saying "No"
2. Saying "Bread. Jam."
3. Shoving the whole production across the table and on to the floor.
The last happened for the first time this morning when I presented him with a snack that didn't suit his fancy. He was alternately delighted and surprised by the ceramic bowl's loud crash and subsequent breaking.
"Wow! Mommy! Crash!"
Of all the times that I didn't serve him in a plastic bowl or a plate, this would have to be the one.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment