Every day.

We eat supper every day.
And every day there’s drama from a certain four year old in the family.
It’s not like I’m serving him liver for supper. It’s just regular foods.
But unless it’s pizza or macaroni, there’s almost always tears.
Case in point: homemade tomato soup. A very small ladle of it in a very small bowl evokes this response:

Sometimes Ben will sit at the table sobbing. At the very least he will be whimpering. He’s been known to spend large quantities of time sitting at the table crying until he finally works up the courage to eat his last three bites.
Poor child.

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3 thoughts on “Every day.

  1. Sherry says:

    At our house if you can’t put ketchup on it or shape it into a chicken nugget, dinner is bound to end in tears. I am glad to know I am not alone 🙂

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