You should have seen her face when she realized what was for dinner.
It was NOT what she imagined it was when she saw it. Her face turned to unhappy with the dinner choice in 0-60 seconds.
You would think we were feeding her slop.
It was not slop.
It was a Burrito. Burritos have beans. and rice and cheese and this one had pork. It was a great choice for a cool fall night.
The ingredients were from a Blue Apron meal that I assembled and I have to admit that it did look a little beige and not anything like the picture because we kept the colorful and spicy peppers out of it in the small chance that she would want to eat it.
She did not want to eat it.
She did not want to look at it.
She did not want to try it.
She did not want the bean Burrito
She let us know with tears and drama. Lots of drama.
But we’re not a restaurant and everyday can’t be Sunday. Today happens to be a beige Thursday with bean burritos where dad makes dinner.
We tried all the usual parenting tricks:
Lie - they’re not beans, they are very small hot dogs
Threaten: no dinner, no dessert.
Bargain. Fine, eat the burrito part then.
Number 3 kind of worked but we will not be getting the Nobel prize for parenting any time soon with this technique.
What worked for the most part - like all things - was time. In time she settled down and with a lot of drama she managed to get a few of those “yukky, horrible” beans in her tummy to satisfy the parents and hopefully her hunger.
She was not happy with the dinner choice tonight that is for sure.
As she finally met our requirements for eating dinner she said to us:
“Life is not easy.”
No kidding. Try writing a daily newsletter about your kid that acts like a simple white bean is the monster from the movie Aliens.
You’ve got it easy kid but hang in there - Tomorrow night is Pizza night!
Keeping it Musical,
TH and Co.