Thursday, February 18, 2010

Mm hmm.

6:30 -  Dinner is served: Rosco came upstairs, looked at his plate (tempura shrimp, baked zucchini chips, and buttered rice), and said “It’s too hot.  I’m going to wait.”  Then he went downstairs to watch “Yo, Gabba Gabba!”

6:45 - I yelled down to the t.v. room that the food wasn’t that hot to start with: Rosco came upstairs, sat down, stared at the food again, and said, “Ew, what’s that smell?  Something stinks.”  Of course by that point I was finished.  I flicked off the television.  Normally if it’s early and he finishes he can go back into the t.v. room to watch Dora or whatever.  If he revolts, t.v. goes off.

6:55: Rosco was still complaining of food stink.  So, I took his untouched food away and put it on the counter.  My usual reaction is to just throw the whole kit-and-kaboodle in the trash can, but I wasn’t feeling that dramatic.  He walked off.

6:57: Rosco: “I’m going to go throw up in the toilet.”

7:05: Still no throw-up in the toilet.

Scott would normally spoon-feed him if he were home, but that’s not my style.  I have no problem with sending a kid to bed without having dinner especially when I know that everything on their dinner plate is something they actually eat.  I don’t do that much experimentation when it comes to food that goes on his plate.  He has no excuse.  He’ll wake up pleading for food early in the morning and I’ll remind him, “Oh, you know - you wouldn’t be so hungry if you tried to eat your dinner.”

Do I think Rosco needs to throw up?  No.  He’s trying to blow waves in the toilet bowl right now. 

Is he going to bed early tonight?

Yes.  Yes he is.

7:09: Still no throw-up in the toilet.

Posted by Tiffany on 02/18 at 08:00 PM

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Quite the dramatic child.

Posted by Carly  on  02/24  at  04:30 PM

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