Wednesday, December 10, 2008
One day she likes fried chicken...the next she doesn't. On Monday she adores mac and cheese ..on Tuesday she can't stand the sight of it.
I guess yesterday was an off day.
We had an absolutely yummy dinner of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables.
Maddie didn't want anything to do with it.
First she complained of a tummy ache...
Then it was that her head was hot...
At one point her foot was hurting and she just couldn't take it any longer.
and she moaned...
and she whined...
It fell on deaf ears.
I'm not about to raise a picky eater, so I told her...
'Maddie, if you get down right now, you're going to have to eat the rest of this tomorrow for breakfast.'
'Awwwright, Mommy,' she said angelically as she climbed down.
Halleeeeelujaaaaaah! (Cue choir of angels here)
It was a miracle!
She was cured!
Maddie jumped down from the table and started running around the living room with her sister.
'Oh, no.' I said. 'Since you are soooooo sick, you need to go to bed early.'
You know...she never really did complain about the early bed time.
This morning as I was getting everyone their breakfast, Maddie came padding down the hall and into the kitchen.
'Eat,' she asked.
'Sure,' I agreed. 'Climb up into your chair.'
I went to the fridge and pulled out her dinner plate from last night.
Her eyes got wide.
'I no want supper,' she said.'Sorry hon. That was the deal. You got down without finishing it last night. So you're finishing it this morning.'
'Oh,' she said.
I popped the plate into the mic to warm it up and went about pouring juice and putting cereal on the table. When the microwave beeped I called her...
'Maddie, time to eat.'
'Maddie, come on...your dinner's ready.'
Thinking she was getting dressed, I walked down the hall to her room and opened the door.
The child had turned off her light, closed the curtains and crawled back into bed.
'I no want supper,' she announced. 'I tired.'
I'll give her an A for creativity.
She finally finished her supper around 9 a.m. this morning.