Ok, he's really only 5 1/2 but Dear Lord, I am getting a glimpse. I am determined not to take it personally and keep a sense of humor about all of it.
I made spaghetti tonight. The same spaghetti he ate in Oregon, but tonight I may have well set liver in front of him. "NOT THAT RED STUFF ON THE NOODLES!!! YOU KNOW I LIKE THEM PLAIN OR WITH CHEESE!!" he bellows from the dining room.
"Aid, you cannot have the same noodles every single night for the rest of your life. You liked this when Grandma Mac made it. Try it."
"NO! I hate it. I will never ever ever eat anything that you make and you will feel bad because then I will be hungry."
"Fine, you will be hungry. I did get blueberries and long bread (French bread) just for you though."
Long pause.
"Ok. I'll eat the long bread and blueberries, but not ever ever those yucky red noodles."
"Got it."
Good grief.
How about we put Libby and Aid together until the rough years pass? Nah, we would never see our little darlings! :) AND, 98% of the time, they are awesome, right?
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