the thing about three

Jack and I had this conversation this week:

H:  Here's your dinner, buddy!  Doesn't it look delicious?  (Editor's note: What? Ruthless self promotion is allowed as a mom.)

J:  Dinner!

H:  Awesome.  Let's eat!

J:  [munches thoughtfully on salad]

H:  [feels proud]

J:  I DON'T LIKE THIS!

H:  Well, why don't you try your pizza?

J:  I DON'T LIKE CHEESE!

H:  [notes that he does like cheese.  notes wheels coming off of wagon.]  Well, why don't you try the rest of your dinner?

J:  I WANT FRUIT SNACKS!

H:  Nope.  We don't eat fruit snacks for dinner.  You have pizza, salad, and potatoes.  Why don't you eat those?

J:  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

H:  Jack.  Listen to me. This is what I am serving for dinner.  And I am serving it for 10 more minutes.  You can eat your dinner or you can go to bed.

J:  [sobbing on floor]

He's only been three for 5 days.

Here we go.

Hope your salad was pleasing to you today.

Talk soon,

Heather