Last night, the family sat down to dinner. It was one of those rare nights when I had planned ahead and dinner was actually ready to go on the table when Alexander got home. (I think this impresses him more than the cooking itself!)
After the prayer and a few bites, Alexander looked up – with admiration in his eyes – and said “This is really good, Love.”
The sound Lij was making was somewhere roughly between a gag and a spit at the same time. By the time we looked at him, he was frantically wiping off his tongue. You see, against my mommy-judgment, I had added (extremely-finely) diced onions and celery to the meal. These veggies were supposed to be raw, but knowing my kids aversion to all things healthy, I had sautéed them until crisp-tender to kill the harsh taste and the dead-give-away crunch. Still, my genius boy was not fooled. He had apparently discovered one of the covert veggies and was in the process of expelling it from his palate. Heaven forbid a vegetable enter through those gates! And at this, Dylan was laughing hysterically.
When we glanced his direction, we saw that Elijah’s display wasn’t the only think to be laughing at. Dylan was busy shoving all the food from the center of his high chair tray to the sides and then overboard.
So yes, dinner was good. Really good. But only according to a very select audience.
1 comment:
I eagerly await the day when my family will all eat the same thing for dinner...without the theatrics and the begging for PB&J. I've sort of given up on trying to explain how good something is.
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