A Bowl Full of JelloPARENTING CAN BE FUN
OR
Life Can Be Like
really that hungry. My husband kept telling her to eat when
suddenly she banged her fork (end upon the table besider her plate and said,
"Dad, sometimes you ittitate me!"
WELL, Jack, Jennifer and I looked agast at each other,
holding tongue in check untill we burst out laughing....
Needless to say that was not the last time my husband irritated her
One evening as I was preparing dinner, Jennifer came in and asked me what we were having for dinner. (This was a constant question in our our at dinner time!) I answered her and she stated that she didn't want THAT!. (I should say here that my children are picky eaters) I said, "If you don't want what we are having for dinner, then you can go eat down the street!"
She ran into the storeroom, got a box of macaroni and cheese and ran out the front door and across the street.
I was laughing when I called Carol, and told her to send Jennifer back home. She was laughing because Jennifer had told her I said she could eat there and that she had brought her own dinner!. Carol told me not to worry - let her stay - she would be glad to fix her dinner!
A couple of weeks later I received a call around dinner time from Mary, about three houses down. Jennifer was there, she said, and told her that she didn't like what we were having for dinner and could she please eat with them.
I made sure to tell Jennifer when she returned after dinner - that the saying "eat down the street" was just a saying - not to be taken to heart!
of their friends if they would like a drink. Yes, they said.
Usually I had the two small ones share
a drink with two straws, but this day I for some reason I asked if they
wanted two straws or their own individual drinks.
Krystal, who was the same age as my youngest piped up
--- Indivisible!