I had to stick to my guns tonight. It wasn't very much fun.
Peanut has a bad habit of getting up and walking around when we are trying to eat. Usually, i tell her that I am going to give her food to daddy or not to eat something to get her to eat. But, i guess tonight, i was extra tired or creative or mean. I told her that if she got down from her chair she better be done because I was going to give her food to Daisy. That worked for about 2 tries. Finally on the third try she left the table and started walking around. I pulled her plate off the table and gave it to the dog.
OH THE TEARS. "No momma. No daisy. My food. I eat." The poor child was sprawled out on the floor almost immediately crying and begging for her food back.
I picked her up and told her if she was still hungry I would make a small plate. She sat right at the table and ate happy as a clam.
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Makes you feel bad and victorious all at the same time, eh? Reminds me of a story of Sydney and some chicken. Remind me to tell you about it.
You know, I think we may actually have the same kid...
Man, you spoil that dog.
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