Today’s post was going to be about the three year old, the word “no” and what he did with a plate of spaghetti, a can of Pam, a box of raisins and half a banana, and how long it took to clean it up, but I think I’ll hold off now.
My little bitches don’t seem too big a deal tonight.
My biggest worry right now is how to appear a responsible parent, and enforce that yes, the behaviour in question is indeed wrong, while trying not to laugh openly.
My friend and her husband have bigger fish to fry. Challenges I’m not looking forward to.
They have a teenaged boy you see.
Right now, when all else fails, I’m still big enough to pick Owen up and lock him in his room.
Maybe I’ll just enjoy this age while it lasts.
Just you wait, “enry “iggins, Just you wait!
Oh the joys we have to look forward too. And you’re already scaring me about three!
Um…but you ARE going to tell me about the spaghetti, Pam, raisins and banana when I see you on Sunday, right? RIGHT?
The Explanation
Owen likes butter flavoured Pam on spaghetti.
A lot.
I prefer that he use becel spray instead, but if it gets him to eat, I’m not averse to a little Pam. He’s a skinny kid, and eats very little.
Everyone should consume a little propellant from time to time.
Owen decided halfway through his plate of Pam n Getti that it needed raisins.
IN it.
Because he thinks it looks like flies.
Don’t ask me why this is appetizing to a three year old. (Also, don’t read the “Froggy” books to Peter, they’re full of vile ideas)
I can live with Pam n Getti n raisins. Hell now we have TWO food groups represented. Repeat, now add a banana. Now offer some to the small cat. Now offer some MORE to the small cat, while mommy washes dishes.
Watch in fascination as the whole mess slides from plate to floor.
Now, stand in it like the small cat is doing.
Feels squishy? Cool. Now smoosh your feet around a little, then take a little walk over the carpet to see what mommy is doing…
Oh, but it’s fun! I have a much longer tale to tell as a reply to Andy’s post.
Laugh while you can 😉