Warning - this is another "Will doesn't eat anything" posting...
The other night, I served Will the equivalent of about one spoonful of grilled chicken (because he won't touch nuggets) and a VAT of ketchup (because he won't eat chicken without it). After watching him eat a few pieces, and feeling that dinner was officially underway, I pushed back from the table to grab something from the fridge. When I turned around, he was twirling his finger in his ketchup and then sucking it off...he did this a couple of times, then the following conversation ensued:
ME: Will, I love you babe, but if you are going to eat ketchup, you must use your chicken to dip into it, not your finger.
WILL: Mommy, if you love me, you will let me dip my finger in ketchup a lot of times.
ME: One more time Will...then back to the chicken.
WILL: Ok Mommy.
And he dipped his finger one more time, then went back to the chicken.
Looks like I will have plenty of practice deflecting his efforts of manipulating me to fully prepare for when he is (yikes) a teenager!
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