Natalie wants a snack. Not tons of choices as there aren’t many things she’ll eat. It’s 8:00 – too late to make pizza, too late to go anywhere. My suggestions include ramen, ice cream, black olives, bologna: all things she’s eaten in the past. Her answer to each is a dreamy “noo-ooo-oooooo-ooo-oooo.” So I offer grapes, and get a “YES!” She gets the grapes out, I wash them and put them on her favorite (yellow) plate. Anything to make eating easier!
“I don’t like the peels.”
“I don’t peel grapes.”
(But I peel a grape. She looks at it.)
“I don’t want to try that.”
I’ve tried every single thing about eating these grapes but it’s not working.”
She really really REALLY REALLY wanted to eat.
Crying. “I can’t do anything.”
I change her sweaty shirt for her and say: “Yes you can! You can ride your bike! And you can laugh and dance and sing!”
and now I can dance and sing. =D