We’ve been working on table manners. Specifically I’ve been championing the “I don’t care if you don’t like it just don’t say so!” platform. Because, with multiple children involved if one says, out loud, that something looks: weird, icky, yucky, gross, green or like an onion, suddenly no one, not even children who have been eating it, will touch it.
Tonight Ivy was inspecting my homemade salsa. She ate some, she asked questions about what it was made out of, her sisters ate some and then she said:
“Like I’d rather have this than swim with a great white shark and a tiger shark.”
Her sisters kept eating the salsa.
I’m calling it progress.
I just had this discussion with Charlie tonight for the millionth time! Clara needs to give Charlie some pointers ASAP!
I remember many a meal devoted to life skills like The Art Of Silent Burping. (And my never-ending amazement at how people raved about my kids’ good manners when said kids were at their houses…)
I see a great future in the diplomatic service!
She’s a good leader