Salad!
When Sky was learning to speak and would copy just about anything you told her to do, about a year and a half ago, D started teaching her to give the "Black Power" salute. While it was really cute and funny to see our tiny little girl with her fist up saying, "back pow'r!", we decided that was a little too politically incorrect, even for us, and we switched to saying "Solid!".
Fast forward till this weekend. At dinner on Saturday night, Sky starts putting her fist up in the air and saying something that sounds like "salad". I tell her no, we're having lasagna. She grabs D's arm and puts it up in the air. "Say "salad" Daddy" Sky commands. Being a good daddy, his fist goes up and he says, "Salad!" So there you have it, from a cry for racial unity to a cry for healthy ruffage in just two years.
In other news, we're finally teaching Teshie to eat with a spoon. It's going about as well as you would expect:
Fast forward till this weekend. At dinner on Saturday night, Sky starts putting her fist up in the air and saying something that sounds like "salad". I tell her no, we're having lasagna. She grabs D's arm and puts it up in the air. "Say "salad" Daddy" Sky commands. Being a good daddy, his fist goes up and he says, "Salad!" So there you have it, from a cry for racial unity to a cry for healthy ruffage in just two years.
In other news, we're finally teaching Teshie to eat with a spoon. It's going about as well as you would expect:
At least some of the yogurt went in him mouth, right?
I wish mine loved healthy food...
ReplyDeleteJust because she says it doesn't mean she eats it! We have a one bite rule: you have to eat at least one bite of everything on your plate before you can ask to be excused, and if you don't finish your dinner, you don't get desert.
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