Everyone always says not to play with your food, which is a great
rule in theory. In practice it sometimes leaves much to be desired by a
two-year-old. My pickiest eater, little Cami, settled on salami for the
mainstay of her food supply this week. That, along with her newly
discovered power over refrigerator doors, has provided under-supervised
salami time. During one of these wonderful moments of exploration, as
I'm rocking two babies and an offended toddler to sleep, in walks Cami.
She had not only stripped down to her diaper in a burst of toddler
rebellion, but she had adhered salami down her chest and stomach using
its own juices. She stood there proudly, looking very much like a
life-sized gingerbread girl with little salami buttons. Needless to say
she knows how far I can reach with three kids in my lap, which isn't
very far, and she pranced around keeping me like a dog at the end of a
tether. Eventually she loses interest and eats her warm, shiny, oily
meat buttons, but really that's just a consequence of the worlds best
game of dress up.
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Saturday, June 29, 2013
Playing With Food
Everyone always says not to play with your food, which is a great
rule in theory. In practice it sometimes leaves much to be desired by a
two-year-old. My pickiest eater, little Cami, settled on salami for the
mainstay of her food supply this week. That, along with her newly
discovered power over refrigerator doors, has provided under-supervised
salami time. During one of these wonderful moments of exploration, as
I'm rocking two babies and an offended toddler to sleep, in walks Cami.
She had not only stripped down to her diaper in a burst of toddler
rebellion, but she had adhered salami down her chest and stomach using
its own juices. She stood there proudly, looking very much like a
life-sized gingerbread girl with little salami buttons. Needless to say
she knows how far I can reach with three kids in my lap, which isn't
very far, and she pranced around keeping me like a dog at the end of a
tether. Eventually she loses interest and eats her warm, shiny, oily
meat buttons, but really that's just a consequence of the worlds best
game of dress up.
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