Sunday, March 22, 2009

It's A Lofty Aspiration

The scene yesterday afternoon: Mia's in the living room watching Dora while I'm in the kitchen preparing breakfast for dinner. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit salad. A fan favorite.

On the TV, Dora and Boots are discussing what they'd like to be when they grow up.

Mia runs/hops into the kitchen.

"MOM! What do you think I want to be when I'm bigger?!"

She continues without waiting for my answer.

"A really good dinner-eater! That's what I'm going to be!"

I congratulate her on her goal. I'm fairly certain the only reason she's saying this is because the smell of bacon has lured her (drugged her?) into complacency.

I don't point out that the job of a 'really good dinner-eater' takes lots of practice...practice which she loathes. Seriously. Dinnertime is a scourge around here.

But, ah, bacon. It transforms even the most avid dinner-hater into a melted puddle of sweet obedience.

1 comment:

Hmm...And how did that make you FEEL?