Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Small Humans Crack Me Up

This blog was written February 9. 2006


Most people are picky eaters when they're kids, but my son deserves an award for it. I don't know what to do!!
He dips his carrots in mustard and his grapes in ketchup. He demands hotdogs for weeks on end. My idiot brother suggested "well, just give him hotdogs everyday, he's bound to get sick of em..."
AHAHAHAHA.....heh...hmm.
He WILL eat that alphaghetti stuff. If it's shaped like Scooby-Doo or Bob the Builder. (this changes weekly as he likes to shake things up now and then).
I tried to convince him that chocolate pudding would do JUST fine when he wanted his vanilla pluddingggg sooooooo bad. Then the big sad tears came and he looked at me like I told him his teddy bear was going to hell.
He will eat nothing of the green variety no matter how big and strong I tell him he will become. He then defiantly tells me he doesn't care to EVER be big and strong.
Ahh well, the child has his own personality, there's no doubt about it. He chose to take Polly Pocket dolls to pre-school for show and tell today because he figured Kayla and Delilah would like them. PLAYER!

HAHA...he just walked by me nonchalantly and said "hey mommy, I'm batman."

I know baby. I know. giggle giggle. Oh to be 4 again.



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