What’s for Dinner?

It’s the all important dinner time. You know, when the three “AND A HALF!” year old gets to assert all kinds of independence when three seconds before he needed your help to find the pencil on the table sitting directly in front of him [or insert any act that you know he can do by himself without ANY issues normally].

Me: “Okay, what would you like for dinner?”

Little Man: “A pancake.”

Me: “Nope. You haven’t eaten them the last three times you have requested them. What ELSE would you like?”

LM: “….”

Me: “How about a sandwich?”

LM: “Oh yeah, an egg sandwich on regular bread please.”

Me: “I would love to do that, but we don’t have any eggs in the house right now.”

LM: “Can you make some?”

Me: “Um, no. Chickens make them.”

LM: “….” (complete with look of terror) “What?”

Me: “Chickens make them. We don’t have any chickens. Therefore, we can’t make any eggs.”

LM: “Oh, okay.” (Terror will resume another day when he is reminded that chickens make eggs, I am sure…) “I have a secret. Bend down and put your ear close to me.”

(I do.)

LM: “I want a chhhhhh…..awwwwww…..cklit chiiiiiiip sandwich.” [Said pretty much in the same way as Barney Stinson says “Legen…wait for it….dary!”

Me: “Um, no. [stifling laughter kind of] You cannot eat a chocolate chip sandwich for dinner…”

LM: (grasping at straws…) “With peanut butter? On regular bread? Pleeease? With chocolate chips…?”

Just like his Uncle. [Okay, okay…and like his Uncle’s sister-I will take some blame-especially since I am the one who makes them.]

**Oh, and for the record, when he got the sandwich, he whined, “But I wanted pancakes!” And then proceeded to eat 4/5s of it.

About megan

I'm a wife, mom and kindergarten teacher . A daughter and sister and granddaughter. A friend, a confidante...(I used to watch Golden Girls with my Nana all the time when I was little). And it's so nice to walk into a place where everyone knows your name (and I used to pretend I was sleeping on the couch so I could watch Cheers).
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