Tuesday, November 3, 2009
100 Times, No
Grrrrrrrrr. I know that as the parent, I'm supposed to get over it. I'm the mature one who should find an amiable route to compromise. But as of yet, the road to a happy dinner experience is closed. The road block, is Cooper.
Me: Cooper, what would you like for dinner?
Him: What are my options? (the reply is pretty salty)
Him: Oh really, no.
Me: How about nachos?
Me: Pepperoni Pizza?
Him: I don't want anything cooked.
Me: OK. How about a sandwich?
Him: What kind?
Me: Peanut butter and jelly?
Him: No way.
Me: Ham and cheese?
Him: Gro-osss. Never.
Him: Not even.
Me: Poop? How about a poop sandwhich?
Him: Mom! Gross, totally no.
Me: Well, I could make macaroni and cheese...
Him: Exasperated sigh followed by No.
Him: Nuh uh.
Me: Scrambled eggs?
Him: Don't even.
Me: I give up. What's your idea?
Him: I was thinking about something with chocolate.
PHOTO NOTE: I know this photo sucks. But it is exactly the contemptuous face Cooper makes while we are having this conversation. Every. night. I'm not even kidding.
PS -- If you have a slightly contrary child, as I have indicated above, you should never, ever check out the book: 1000 Times No, by Tom Warburton. It only encourages them and broadens their ability to turn you down.