Rob and I have generally happy children. They smile when we pick them up from school, they smile when they're filling the hallway with umpteen stuffed animals (known as "stuffies" in our house), they smile when we take them to the river to swim and fish. Then why, oh why, can they not smile during dinner? We had the classic tear-fest this evening, with Jenna refusing to eat anything, and Sierra wetting her cheeks because Daddy turned off Spongebob so that she would focus on her food. In the midst of this high drama, I turned to Rob and said, "Don't you want six more?" He shot me a look that would peel chrome off a bumper.
We need happy children at dinnertime. Every other kid on the planet looks forward to snack time, lunchtime, treats in the evening before bed. Do they think we're putting liver in the casserole? Do they have tacks in their seats, unseen by adult eyes? What gives?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment