In an attempt to be a good mother, I think that I may have actually been a little abusive. I asked Carson what he wanted for lunch. He said a sandwich. "Ok... what do you want on it?" He began his list: Bread, then cheese. So far so good. Then some mustard and some ranch. Also, put peanut butter and jam, and then a few grapes, and then I will smash it all together.So I did it. "Your wish is my command, now dig in!" He looked at it and said. "MMMMMM!" Then, he ate it!
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Isn't it funny how they're so picky about what they eat? And then something like THAT sounds good. I think you're safe from child protective services this time:)
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