Saturday, September 30, 2006

Cotter's Dream Dinner


Tonight we had a gourmet dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches, tortilla chips and apples. Like any meal around our house, one boy whines about how yucky the meal is while the other boy scarfs it down. Today, unlike most days, it was Aidan's turn to whine. Aidan is generally a very good eater, but he doesn't always like typical kids' foods like mac'n'cheese, chicken nuggets and grilled cheese sandwiches. Cotter, on the other hand, ONLY likes kid fare. So, he was very excited to sit down to a meal of grilled cheese sandwiches and chips.

Well, after we had finished our meal, we retired to the family room, leaving Cotter, with no food left on his plate, still sitting at the table. It isn't uncommon for him to play around at the table in the midst of some great daydream or something. Nobody thought much of it. We hung around the family room watching the rest of a football game and playing on the computer. Life just goes on, and the boys do their own thing. Well, 40 minutes later, we hear a bit of a whine in the background. Again, didn't think much of it until it registered what Cotter was saying. He was groaning, "I'm so tired of eating all of this food!" Huh? That's strange. He had already consumed his 1.5 sandwiches, handful of chips, and apple. And then we turned around. There's Cotter with the bag of tortilla chips (now mostly empty) in front of his plate. He had, apparently, been eating tortilla chips for the past 40 minutes, like it was, for the first time ever, his duty to finish off all of the food left on the table. Hmm...too bad we weren't having broccoli for dinner Oh, well. I think somebody is going to go to bed tonight with a tummy ache! But, thanks, Cotter, for saving me those extra calories.

1 Comments:

At 1:49 PM, Blogger Nate said...

Too funny! One of those times as a parent where you can't help but laugh despite the fact you feel bad for your hurting child...

Reminds me of when Shana learned a good lesson the hard way about eating too much of a good thing. I think she was three at the time. She was at Grandma's and somehow sweet-talked her way to a second bowl of ice cream. Well half-way through it she suddenly got this pained expression on her face, may have managed to say "I'm not feeling well", and then up it all came! :-/ The experience didn't lessen her love for ice cream, fortunately, but when she's served it now she'll often say, "but I won't eat too much because that would make me sick."

 

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