Okay, so we had "the talk" last night at our house. Not the birds and the bees talk but the other one. You know the one that all moms at some point have with their children after they have slaved over a yummy meal or forked over tons of money at a restaurant and the child looks at his/her plate and says, "I don't like....(whatever you cooked or bought)." Yeah, that talk. The starving kids talk. The one that as kids we promise we will never have with our kids. We had that talk and here is how it went down....
Wild Man was extremely grouchy yesterday. Apparently, I made huge mistake and made him come home right after school to eat a McDonalds Happy Meal with his mom and sister, instead of making him stay late for lunch bunch and eat a PB&J. In retrospect...I should have just made the lunch and let him stay, but that is beside the point. Anyway, this totally ruined his whole day. As we got closer to supper I saw some hope. He began to smile again and cleaned up a good bit so he could ride his bike. He even helped get the table ready for supper. However, when his plate (that had some yummy grilled chicken and yummy pasta on it) was put in front of him the "grouchies" returned. He looked at me (the person who slaved over making the yummy supper) and said, "I told you I don't like chicken!" As you can imagine, this did not sit well with me. I was tired of hearing him complain about the nice things I had done for him. So, I looked at him and said, "Wild Man there are children all over the world who don't have money to have a meal like the one you have sitting in front of you or they do not have mommy that will cook a meal like you have in front of you. So, I suggest that close you eyes and thank God that you not only have a yummy supper to eat, but you need to also thank him that you have a mommy that will cook you yummy suppers like the one in front of you. " You should have seen his face. He immediately closed his eyes and thanked God for his food and his mommy who cooked his food. Then, he ate every piece of food on his plate. The talk might not always work, but it did at our house last night!
Needless to say...I sent him with a lunch to school today.
