We were in bed, pjs on, teeth brushed, stories read… “Mom, I’m still hungry…”
So after the requisite you-should-have-eaten-more-at-dinner speech, and about 20 more, “but I’m soooo hungry,” instead of telling him he’d have to wait for breakfast (after all he did eat all his chicken soup dinner), I offered up what I thought would be rejected immediately; the last thing I could choke down at 8pm (or anytime, really)… “How about a bowl of peas?”
It got an enthusiastic “ok!”
And, he was not bluffing.
He happily ate a bowl of peas, and then requested (and ate) a plain piece of wheat bread with some water.
And, then a banana.
Who is this kid? Now, it’s bedtime.
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