Sometimes I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can.Italian Original Thin Crust Pepperoni Pizza, photo by keko64, courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net
It’s just not pizza unless it has pepperoni. It doesn’t matter how much gooey cheese is on it. If there’s no pepperoni, my three-year-old WILL NOT EAT IT! He will make a pouty face and cry like you’re trying to torture him.
And while we’re on the topic about pizza, it’s also not pizza if you (have a mommy moment) and forget to spread the pizza sauce over the flour tortilla crust. It doesn’t matter how much cheese or pepperoni is on it, if there’s no sauce, HE WON’T EAT IT!
So there you have it, Ellen. It’s not pizza unless there’s sauce and pepperoni. This whole thing makes me wonder what would happen if I “accidentally” forgot to put the cheese on. Would he still eat it? Maybe the next time I make him pizza, I’ll suffer another mommy moment and find out.
Calling all parents! Does anyone have an anecdote about their toddler’s eating experiences? If so, tell me all about it in the comments. I really need to know I’m not the only one.
Can i play matchmaker here? My lovely and funny friend Whitney has a blog that is mostly about her awesome wonderful renovation of her really cool old home. HOWEVER, she also teaches Montessori and has a blog feature on Tuesdays that you will love! Here’s the link! And tell her I sent you! Love, Meg (better than Ellen! At least I answer!) http://oprflife.com/2015/11/24/your-toddlers-ready-to-start-toilet-learning-now-what/
Awesome! She is now being cyberstalked…err…followed by me! Thanks for the setup!
Okay, umm… When my kids were little, we had a window right behind the kitchen table which was easy to open. When we moved into the house, the ground below the window was hard, bare dirt. A few months later, in the spring, I noticed that there were large, lush weeds growing there. Turns out my kidlings had been sneakily spitting out the window food they didn’t like whenever my back was turned, and it had become a wonderful compost heap!
Oh my! That’s clever. The best I could do was spit my food into my napkin when my parents weren’t looking.
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