Today was a fun one. Rainy and cool, Woody home sick sleeping most of the day, two insane kids and a mommy who is a little busy with work and hasn't had time to really get my act together as far as indoor activities. I'd really been depending on the whole "sunshine state" hype and had not planned much more than playground trips lately. I managed to whip up some "magical raindrop" crafts (crayon shavings between two pieces of waxed paper and ironed on low glued onto a blue construction paper raindrop outline) and umbrella coloring pages. We also played whack-a-mole for the whole 5 minutes that it held the kids attention. Ran to the grocery store for a milk run, did the alphabet flash cards, read some stories, played some instruments...that only left about 7 hours to fill. Hmmmmmmm Actually, it was a pretty good day. The girls were pretty good considering.
At dinnertime tonight, Katherine held up her beef patty and said "mmmmm doggy likes this. What is it?". Woody and I exchanged looks. How far do we go? Knowing her, she may seriously turn vegan if we tell her it's from a cuddly cow. Crud! I stumble and mumble "It's a hamburger patty. Isn't it yummy puppy?". See, I'd rather let her be a puppy than risk the other but Noooooo. "Mom, is it from an animal?". Dad and I exchange looks again. I say "yes, cow" and as I do, I see Woody's eyebrows rise. I know he's thinking "oh great, she went THERE!"....it's ok hon, I'm thinking it too. Was it a mistake? We wait to see what she will do. She takes another bite and I finally breathe. She asks more and we tell the truth but only answer her questions, no more, why make it more difficult?
She finally finishes her beef patty and asks if spaghetti comes from animals. We explain that no, spaghetti noodles come from plants all the while I'm wondering "can a child survive on spaghetti alone?". "How about meatballs?" she asks. "Cows" is our answer. I really wish I could peer into that little brain sometimes because next she asks where the meatballs are on the cows. She's never seen them (like she's seen a beef patty hanging off of a cow bum all the time) are they near the bones? How do they get the bones out? blah blah blah blah. Even if she isn't a vegan soon, I may be. I really don't like overthinking my food. Just shove it in my pie hole and be done with it. Geez.
At dinnertime tonight, Katherine held up her beef patty and said "mmmmm doggy likes this. What is it?". Woody and I exchanged looks. How far do we go? Knowing her, she may seriously turn vegan if we tell her it's from a cuddly cow. Crud! I stumble and mumble "It's a hamburger patty. Isn't it yummy puppy?". See, I'd rather let her be a puppy than risk the other but Noooooo. "Mom, is it from an animal?". Dad and I exchange looks again. I say "yes, cow" and as I do, I see Woody's eyebrows rise. I know he's thinking "oh great, she went THERE!"....it's ok hon, I'm thinking it too. Was it a mistake? We wait to see what she will do. She takes another bite and I finally breathe. She asks more and we tell the truth but only answer her questions, no more, why make it more difficult?
She finally finishes her beef patty and asks if spaghetti comes from animals. We explain that no, spaghetti noodles come from plants all the while I'm wondering "can a child survive on spaghetti alone?". "How about meatballs?" she asks. "Cows" is our answer. I really wish I could peer into that little brain sometimes because next she asks where the meatballs are on the cows. She's never seen them (like she's seen a beef patty hanging off of a cow bum all the time) are they near the bones? How do they get the bones out? blah blah blah blah. Even if she isn't a vegan soon, I may be. I really don't like overthinking my food. Just shove it in my pie hole and be done with it. Geez.
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