Of the Whining Game

We had guests for dinner tonight and though I know Chicken Pot Pie isn't Micaiah's favorite (as she explained while I cooked, "It has vegetables.  I don't like vegetables."), I'm a fan and it feeds multiple people, so Chicken Pot Pie it was.  Of course, she still wouldn't oblige with the vegetables and being that we had guests, I didn't push the issue.  I simply requested she finish the chicken.  At this suggestion, she announced, "And I get dessert because I eat all my dinner."

"Well, no, if you want dessert, you'd have to eat all of this," I explained, pointing to the orange and green stuff she was currently refusing.

"I don't want dessert."

"That's what I thought."

Of course, when she learned dessert was fondue with marshmallows, strawberries, and bananas all dipped in chocolate, her tune was different.  But by now it was too late.  And it was very difficult to turn down her continual requests for just one marshmallow or just one strawberry or a little bit of chocolate.  And while I was very tempted to relent because, after all, we had guests and I hated to deprive her of special treat, I realized I did not want to train her to whine.  So I stood firm.

And it was only a minute later she finally said, "Can't you just say, 'Oookay' and I can have a marshmallow?"  It was her way of saying, "I know this game, Mommy, and now it's your turn."  I guess I didn't realize how much I had already trained her to whine.

Point taken.


On an unrelated note (as has been happening frequently), my photo of today is actually of Little Man, whose love of shoes is quite prevalent.  He will often go in Sissy's side of the closet and start pulling out her footwear to try on.  Today, he found my shoes in the living room in the closet where I always keep them and tried them on for size.  He looked so fancy.  I'm clinging to the fact that real gender preferences don't show up until they're three and hoping his love for shoes dies down, but until then, it's stinking adorable.