While in Florida visiting the Nana B, I’ve had dinner with a lot of little girls. Of course with the Ladybug, but also with several of her East Coast friends. Many of these events have been fun, but one in particular involved a little girl who through the power of incessant whining has convinced her parents that she can only eat donut holes, watermelon slices, Chicken McNuggets, and vanilla ice cream. The following is her entire contribution to the dinner conversation.
I’m not hungry.
Pancakes? Those are for breakfast.
No! You can’t eat pancakes for dinner!
How many pancakes do I have to eat?
Can I eat just one pancake?
Can I be done now?
But this pancake is too hot!
You blew too much. This pancake is too cold.
This pancake is too hard… I can’t cut it up.
You cut it into too many pieces… I can’t eat that many!
How many pieces do I have to eat?
Can I just eat this piece?
Can I be done now?
This pancake is too dry.
The syrup made it too wet.
The syrup is touching the other pancakes!
Can I be done now?
Can I be done now?
Now?
Now?
Now-ow-ow-ow?
Whaaaaaaaaah….
Can I have ice cream now?
In a related note, God I love my food-eating kid.
