Emma looooooves peas. I can't really remember when that started.
Because she wouldn't touch the stuff in mushed up form.
Tonight I made BBQ Pork, Mashed Potatoes, and Peas for dinner.
A nice, tasty, nutritious meal.
The only thing Emma ate was the peas-- and not that I'm complaining. If that's the only thing I can get her to eat for the next 16 years, I can live with that!
But I tried to slip in some mashed potatoes on her fork.
And I mean, the ittiest, bittiest bit of mashed potatoes you've ever seen.
Like maybe 1/2 a teaspoon. Seriously.
She put it in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
And I totally thought I had gotten away with something.
Until she paused, thought a moment, and looked at me.
And if looks could speak, hers would have clearly said:
"What. Did. You. Do??????"
She promptly stuck two of her fingers in her mouth, and gagged up the tainted forkful of peas and potatoes.
I'm possibly a little concerned....
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