life with a little man.

the dinner:

leftover Park City Stew

the conversation:

"i don't like dinner mom."

{no surprise to me...he never does.}

"oh wait. i do, i do! i had this last night and i loved it. i ate it and ate it until it was all gone and daddy said i did so good he gave me ice cream"

{wait, what did he just say...he ate something? and liked it?}

me: "oh, that sounds so fun. i'm glad you like this dinner!"

"yeah, but i don't want to do it again, mom. that would just be silly."

{a pause while i giggled.}

"hey, i have an idea...when you finish you're bowl, i'll give you mine and then you can make me a quesadilla with lots of cheese!...isn't that a great idea?!! it's like trading."

i succumbed to his plea of course. he seemed to have worked so hard for a manipulative case and the fact that he said he would even eat anything was blowing me away. it was at least a whole wheat tortilla, right?

gotta love our little dinners {i mean battles} together!

sure enough there was evidence of a well eaten meal the night before. perhaps i'm just a push over when it comes to meal time. i'm gonna have to ask dad for his tricks.

oh, and if your wondering...yep, he ate the whole quesadilla in under an hour! hip hip hooray!!