40 Days Till 40 (Day 7)

WANNA SPLIT?

What is it with children and their inability to eat what’s on their plates—while instead eating everything that is on someone else’s?  This is a quandary that plagues me frequently.

Now don’t get me wrong:  I love my daughter.  I would do anything to make sure that her basic needs are met…but woe to the little heathen should she try and steal food off my plate. 

We went to lunch today.  After looking at the menu, my daughter ordered her meal (a chef’s salad) and I ordered mine (a chicken club sandwich).  When the food arrived, she was caught up in some math problem of her own making.  She ignored her food, so I packaged it up for her to eat later.  I, meanwhile, was full after eating half of my food, so I boxed the remainder to save for when I was again hungry. 

Flash forward to rehearsal, a few hours later.   I had packed our leftovers, telling my daughter that she needed to eat her food.   “Yeah, yeah, I know, Mom!”  Ten minutes later she’s eating my sandwich (comically, I caught her mid-bite.  She whined, “I know it’s yours, but it’s just so good!”  Uh, yeah, I know. That’s why I ordered it.)

This is a little known fact that no one tells you when you have a kid:  You will never eat your own meal again.  It’s almost gotten to the point where I have to verify that whatever my daughter orders at a restaurant is something I will eat too.  After all, I will probably end up eating her food when she devours mine. 

I wonder if I should start ordering two of everything?  Or maybe I should start ordering more exotic dishes in which she’d have no interest?  Hmmmmm.  I wonder where I can find monkey brains locally?

Until tomorrow, Lovelies....