I felt like such a winner at the dinner table yesterday.
Dean brought back chicken rice for all of us and I shared mine with Daniel. It’s so hard to get him to eat vegetables (inherited from his Mommy, I know….) but yesterday, I cut up the carrots reallllllll small and snuck it in with the rice and chicken. And guess what!! He didn’t throw it out!!
I obviously had a smirk on my face because Dean asked, “Why do you look like that?”
“Daniel has no idea I’m feeding him carrots! WIN!!!!!” I gloated.
“Oh, he’s eating carrots right now? That’s really good!” Dean was impressed.
“I know, right…” Still gloating.
“Why don’t you have some too?” Dean suggested, raising his eyebrows at my plate full of cut-up carrots.
Darn. Did not see that coming.
“Oh errr… obviously I need to keep them for Daniel! How selfish of a mother do you think I am to take all the nutrition for myself? Sheesh, baby.”
Dean kept quiet.
Phew, dodged that bullet.
Then he came to me with his carrots from his chicken rice. “Oh it’s ok, I’ll give you some of mine. Here.”
Darn. This totally backfired.