Oh, dinner time.
Do you recall Wednesday’s post on risotto? Well, there is more. Alice was shocked that I would expect her to actually consume more than that one, horrid mouthful. After a bit of whining, she did have two bites. I figured that was enough to ensure she actually did hate it, rather than simply hate the idea of it. So The Dada got her a bowl of cottage cheese.
See, our policy is if The Kidling tries her dinner and genuinely does not like it, then she can have something plain to fill her belly. One thing, decided by The Parents, that requires no preparation and isn’t terribly exciting.
Which is why the poor child got no turmeric on top.
Alice always gets a healthy sprinkling of turmeric on top of her cottage cheese because of this NYT article that brainwashed me back in 2008. And Alice loves it. Turmeric, that is. Not the New York Times. Duh.
The Kidling was not happy about her plain white cottage cheese. She took a few bites and then put her tiny little foot down. There was no way she would consume any more. So we told Alice to go to her room, because dinner was over for her.
And the shit hit the fan.
Crying, yelling, tantruming.* Tears streamed down Alice’s face as she wailed with despair, “But now I can’t grow big and strong today!” She sobbed, shaking every bone in her little kidling body. This was serious. We talked with her about her decision and the rules of the table. She repeated her heart-broken lament that this would be a day in which no growth occurred.
Then she hopped off my lap, wiped away her tears, and cheerfully asked, “Hey Mom! Can you play pet store after you’re done with dinner?”
So much for lessons learned.
* I am well aware of the fact that this is not a word. If, however, you parent a toddler, then you know full well that it should be.