Ellen wants to know who won the dinner table summit-- Audrey, or her parents? It was a draw.
Like the U.S./Canada gold-medal hockey game, our dinner table show-down went into overtime. Audrey dragged out the battle until almost bedtime when she asked for her plate to be taken out of the fridge one more time so she could eat her casserole. She finally finally FINALLY ate four bites, but not before being reminded that a bite must 1) be placed in her mouth with a utensil, not her hands, 2)
remain in her mouth and 3) be swallowed, not just "chipmunked" in the pocket of her cheek.
Audrey got her pineapple in the end. And today, when she saw me eating some of the same casserole for lunch she said, "Mommy, eat all that yucky and you have dessert!"
Is this a win? I don't feel quite like a winner somehow.
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Thanks for the follow up! Now, how's our baby boy since the hosp. stay? And are you, Scott, and most importantly Audrey avoiding his respiratory ailment?
The scamp! She needs a fourth condition: She must not insult the chef!
In the future, when she's old enough to try it, try the old "Dinner Night trick." ;-)
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