Last night, we were having the routine struggle over getting Rosie to eat veggies before allowing her to have a second helping of food she likes more with far less nutritional value..in this case Kraft Mac and Cheese.
Ten baby carrots or four bites of salad, and then you can have the Mac and Cheese, I bargained.
I already had vegetables, see, my lasagna, she countered. (It was leftover day. She had lasagna, Mike and I had brats with Mac and Cheese.)
Not the same. I replied.
She pouted, and Mike and I continued talking as if she weren't there pouting. It's getting pretty easy to do that.
Finally, she broke her oh so pre teen silence to say, "I'm bored."
Fine, if you eat 5 baby carrots, you can have the Mac and Cheese, I compromised. So she took 5 carrots and ate them all the while giving me her best angry look--another sign of puberty being on its way. Her disapproval is also becoming easier and easier to ignore.
Yesterday, caught under a haze being cast by the cold that won't go away, I really wanted to just let her eat the darn pasta and skip the veggies so I could go lay on the couch. Is that a normal parental feeling?
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