Friday Night Freakout
We didn't see this one coming. Fridays are hard here.
She had a great morning this morning and happy as a lark and agreeable to everything so it kind of shook us when she freaked out over pizza of all things.
I blame the tomatoes.
You see, every Friday night we have pizza here that BW lovingly makes from scratch. Usually it's just cheese/pepperoni - the standard fare. But the child asked if we could have "green pizza" (pesto) instead. No problem.
Dinnertime comes, and we unplug the child from the tablet. Let me preface say that this is a very tired child who had a week of school and 2 physical therapy appointments and two days of physical education.
Well.
She takes one look at the pizza and cries "That's not GREEN PIZZA".
You see BW committed the cardinal sin of putting tomatoes on half for us and despite the explanation that it was green on half that was not good at all and a full 0n meltdown occurred.
This was the big meltdown. The one where she's in her room and starts speaking in tongues and ranting about all the way that pizza is so effing wrong! It's not green!
We've learned to just let the storm pass as there's no sense getting into it because all regular brain cells and emotions are on some other planet. Press 2 for meltdown or hang up and call 911.
The storm passes. We eat just the green part of the pizza. Everybody. Not one tomato was so much as looked at.
She eats the cheese off her pizza and then goes: "What's for Dessert?" as if she had kiddo amnesia and the hellish existence she put us through never happened.
I told her there was no dessert after that show of emotions. This did not go over well and instead triggered another show of emotions. Not as bad as the first but she still professed her dislike with my decision.
That's it. Bedtime. You're so tired.
We managed to get her to brush her teeth. Of course, now the toothpaste that she's been using for months now all of sudden tastes funny and it's yucky. We have other toothpaste so we somehow managed to get some small amount of fluoride applied at least.
Then she went to bed without too much protest. When I left there was some, but it was half-hearted at best and I haven't heard a peep from her since so I think my tired theory was correct.
Also: She explained to me what was wrong with the pizza. Here's what she wanted:
It was red pepper she wanted and not tomatoes.
BW, please take note.
