Call me crazy, call me misguided, call me a Super Nanny for parenting advice, but apparently I often make the fatal error of asking my children what they want to eat for lunch.
Case in point on Sunday…
“Miss A what would you like for lunch?”
“I don’t know.”
“How ‘bout a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” (Safe no fail as this is her perennial favorite.)
“How ‘bout a peanut butter sandwich?” (Fail safe runner up.)
“Nooooo. I want bologna. I want a bologna sandwich.”
“Well we don’t have any bologna. You can have a peanut butter sandwich!”
“I want BOLOGNA! I want a bologna sandwich mommy! Go to the store and get me some bologna.”
“Nooooo. You don’t talk to mommy that way. We’re going to eat something that we have here at the house. Mommy can’t go to the store now. Come in here and I’ll make you a sandwich.” (Note to self: do not argue with a 4-year-old.)
Miss A sulks and then slowly scuffles into the kitchen, her head low. She is defeated.
And then she boldly proclaims…
“We NEED bologna in this house ALL THE TIME!”
Somewhere, someone has got to have this printed on a t-shirt.