Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sophie: I'm hungry.
Me: Do you want a string cheese?
Me: (grabbing one out of the fridge) Are you sure you want a string cheese?
Me: (as I begin to unwrap it) You definitely want a string cheese?
S: Yes, yes, yes! (arms outstretched, jumping up and down)
Me: (holding out string cheese to her, big enticing smile on my face) Here you go, baby.
S: (turning away) Ummm, no.
Replay this scene about 114 times a day and you begin to understand why my kid is so skinny and my ass is still the size of Texas as I eat the stupid string cheese/apple/peppers/crackers/toast/bagel/egg sandwich because I'm tired of throwing food out.