Drama Queen, our twenty-one month old darling has been blurting out commands like a champ for some time now. It wasn’t until last Thursday, however, that the little darling formed her first grammatically correct complete sentence (****beaming with pride, here****).
The girls and I were assembled at the table enjoying the food that Hubby was still out working to put on the table. We’ve always got to encourage Drama Queen to eat meat. She dislikes it quite strongly, be it beef, poultry or pork, that little vegetarian. In fact, it’s about the only thing that she pretty much refuses to eat.
As I always do, fearful that the child will become anemic, I set myself to convince her that the artfully prepared pork tenderloin sitting on her plate was scrumptious and not to be missed.
themommkelly: “Sweet pea, please, eat your meat. It’s good, mommy!”
(FYI. I wasn’t talking to myself. We Italians address the children in that manner … following up our sentences with mommy if you’re the mommy, grandma if you’re the grandma, auntie if you’re the auntie etc. - we’re just all affectionate like that.)
Drama Queen: (looking me straight in the eye with a glare of absolute intransigence) “Mama, I don’t want the meat!”
Look out world. Here she comes! Another capa tosta Italian princess (even if half of her genes are Irish).
heh - most kids it’s the veges eh? wonder if there is advice for stealth meat cooking
My kids are veggieholics! Fruitaholics as well!
The only meat my daughter seems to like is steak. Maybe this is a sign that we are all herbivores at heart?
Could be.But, darn it, given the choice between a salad and a filet mignon, the meat wins hands down!