The battle of wills, that is. In true toddler style, SB has decided it’s time to start putting us through our paces – and boy, is she testing us.
Dinnertime the other night went something like this –
SB is sitting at her brand new toddler table, about to tuck into ‘delicious’ fish pie.
Me: Are you going to have a bite of this?
Me: It’s tasty! Mmmmm (pretend eating).
SB: (Takes a bite, opens her mouth and lets it all fall out).
Me: Come on, it’s yummy…
We repeat that several times until she finally swallows a bit, and decides she wants some more. Five bites later.
SB: (Gets up and tries to move away from the table, and stands patiently, waiting for me to spoon more into her mouth).
Me: No, sit back down. (She stares at me). Sit down nicely. (More goddamn staring). SB, sit down.
SB: (sits down reluctantly).
(I offer her a spoon of fish pie).
I know it’s a battle of wills, and it’s just a case of toughing it out. In the end she ate the entire bowl of fish pie, and all but a little bit of her ice cream dessert – but it was a fight. A pretty funny fight, considering how adorably bad she is at sulking, but a fight nonetheless.
Is this toddlerhood? Is this our life now; engaging in a last-man-standing with a 20-month old at every mealtime?
I love you, SB… but so far, the score is Parents = 1, You = 0. This is just the beginning.