This is the face of a starving child. I cannot cook dinner fast enough.On the menu tonight, bratwursts, steamed cabbage, cucumbers, and tomatoes. Almost all homegrown around these parts. And now I must waddle with a crying fifteen month old attached to my pants back to the stove.
In the ongoing saga of Elvis: To Eat or Not to Eat, the plot recently took a surprising turn. In a world where parents battle preschoolers over eating anything green, where anything labeled “vegetable” is spit out and gagged upon, in a world where kids slip miniature cheese-covered trees down to the dog underneath theContinue reading “Mercy Me, It’s Broccoli”
I’ve been thinking more about our predicament with Elvis, and the thing is, even if we gave him his way and let him not eat dinner, the child would still be one of the crankiest little saps on the planet. He is thoroughly crabby. I am rather certain that the glass will always be half-emptyContinue reading “Dinnertime, Part II”