Becca is never hungry in a normal sort of way. She is all or nothing. When she is not hungry, good luck getting anything down her except water and juice. But when she IS hungry she will wear you down in her efforts to keep eating, eating, eating.
So after I have pulled out, heated up, mixed together and served thirteen different foods in an hour's time, I get a little less rigid about our food boundaries. My dad has often caught me at these moments, and raised serious objections about the things I'm letting her choose.
Tonight, for instance, is one of PB's hungry times. But in addition to being ravenously hungry, she was maddeningly picky. I opened the fridge door and read off the list of items (for the tenth time) available for her dining pleasure. Ah-hah! Hiding in the back was a small batch of pre-cooked bacon.
We had a winner. I take the bacon to the microwave to warm it up.
"I want it cold!" says the little princess.
It takes me less than two nano-seconds to decide on this one. My eyebrow raises, but just barely. I rip out two pieces and fork them over. She walks off chewing happily on her prize, and I am content knowing I just saved myself fifteen seconds of microwave time and three minutes of blowing on hot bacon to cool it back down. Ain't I smart?
Sounds pretty gross to me! :) Seems like most kids don't mind cold food though, so in that regard she sounds typical.
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