Last night I served the kids tilapia and shrimp knowing good and well that this wouldn't be as much of a hit as french fries or chicken nuggets. With some prodding we were able to get Dylan to load his fork with the tiniest shrimp from his plate. He then proceeded to dangle it in front of his face and start chanting in a high pitched shrimp-like voice say, "Don't eat me...Don't eat me!"
I am usually pretty hardcore at dinner time, but this time I couldn't help but burst into laughter spitting my wine, um I mean food, out. Thank goodness for Daddy's creativity. He replied to Dylan with a deep manly-shrimp voice, "Dylan eat me, eat me" as he fed him the largest shrimp on the plate. I guess all it took was a little fun and games because in the end Dylan cleaned his plate.
(Olivia, of course, didn't miss a morsel.)
I am usually pretty hardcore at dinner time, but this time I couldn't help but burst into laughter spitting my wine, um I mean food, out. Thank goodness for Daddy's creativity. He replied to Dylan with a deep manly-shrimp voice, "Dylan eat me, eat me" as he fed him the largest shrimp on the plate. I guess all it took was a little fun and games because in the end Dylan cleaned his plate.
(Olivia, of course, didn't miss a morsel.)
3 comments:
Haha!!! I burst out laughing myself. I can just picture the whole scene so perfectly.
I can relate to Dylan's aversion to seafood. I used to hold my nose while my Dad made me eat at least one bite of fish (when I was a kid). Now I love fish. I think they must've fed me some badly seasoned fish! lol.
I have a kid like Olivia too. We call Erin the "disposal". She is usually the first one to the table and last one to leave!! And she eats just about everything!! LOL!!
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