So Max and I had a dinner date tonight, and there was Tobasco Sauce on the table. Max said, "Mommy, I want that!"
Of course I said, "Trust me, you won't like that. It's hot!"
But he insisted - in that way that only 3 year olds can in public places.
So... I put a dime-size drop on the corner of his plate. He promptly dipped his pasta in it, and then shoved a forkful in his mouth...
After a brief, frozen moment of contemplation (for which I wish I had had a camera on me to capture) he looked around desperately to find a place to spit. I offered my hand, and he readily spat his food out into it, saying, "That is NOT good, Mommy!"
As I forced myself not to laugh, he repeatedly said, in a very serious, 3-year-old tone, "That is not good for my body, Mommy. That is not good for my body at all."
Of course I said, "Trust me, you won't like that. It's hot!"
But he insisted - in that way that only 3 year olds can in public places.
So... I put a dime-size drop on the corner of his plate. He promptly dipped his pasta in it, and then shoved a forkful in his mouth...
After a brief, frozen moment of contemplation (for which I wish I had had a camera on me to capture) he looked around desperately to find a place to spit. I offered my hand, and he readily spat his food out into it, saying, "That is NOT good, Mommy!"
As I forced myself not to laugh, he repeatedly said, in a very serious, 3-year-old tone, "That is not good for my body, Mommy. That is not good for my body at all."
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