Whitney is crazy.
Love her out the wazoo? Yes.
Am I wrong using this description of my own child? No way Jose.
We had sloppy joes for dinner on Monday. She came in to the kitchen and saw hamburger buns and french fries and got excited. Then she saw the sloppy joe meat and had a meltdown tantrum of the universe. I had to force myself not to laugh because she was SOOO ridiculous--shaking, crying, unable to breathe, etc.
Once she was calm, and after she had made and eaten a french fry burger (yes, 4 french fries on a bun; thought she could fool me, but unfortunately for her, I know the difference between a french fry burger and a sloppy joe), I put a small amount of sloppy joe meat on her plate and told her she had to have a bite before she could get down from the table. She finally did take her bite and then immediately grabbed another hamburger bun. Whit stood up in her chair and said she wanted me to put sloppy joe on it for her, singing the song "I like it, I love it, I want some more of it." She ate the whole thing.
I repeat...Whitney is crazy.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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Kids. I wish we always knew what made them tick. I guess that's what makes parenting exciting.
We do indeed pass through your town on our way to Boston for Mat's boards. That would be delightful to stop and visit your house if it all works out. I just wish it wasn't a year away.
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