Why is it that kids will eat anything, as long as it's on Mom's plate?
Audrey asked me for a banana. I gave it to her. I was getting something for myself, and she decides she wants that, instead. After said banana has been opened. Like cereal is some kind of gourmet delicacy or something. (Okay, in a moment of dietary weakness, I reached for a tortilla chip, and she saw me. That's not the point here. I really will have cereal, and she will switch to that too, and that is the point here...) Grr.
"Whatcha drinking?" "What's that?" "Oh, can I have some?" Don't they realize them's fightin' words?
As for Dad, he can eat whatever the hell he wants, and no one is interested in it, whether it's a piece of cake, or some spaghetti...he always gets to eat in peace. (Although Audrey will bother him if he has a Cinnabon, that's not the point here. He dines undisturbed, with nary a stray finger crossing his plate--that is the point here.)
It makes me want to eat nothing but broccoli and bananas until they turn 18.
We'd glow, we'd be regular...there's nothing wrong with that, they'd get a fruit and a vegetable, which can be counted as an accomplishment, most days.
And maybe that way I could eat in peace. That is, aside from all the noise from their gas. I do have little ones, afterall, and it's all about body functions with them. I'm sure I'd hear something.
As long as it wasn't 'can I have some of yours?' I think I could live with it...