Yesterday evening we were having dinner (if we can call it
that): we were splitting a pizza in four very much unequal parts – the biggest
one for the smallest member of our family, of course.
So we were sitting there, each munching on his bits of
pizza, except my oldest (5 years old now). He had just opened his chosen
birthday gift with three weird monsters and he was, of course, playing with
them. Every 10 seconds either me or my husband were reminding him to eat –
which he still didn’t. At some point I gave up and I told my husband to let him
be, that he’ll eat, eventually, on his own. He proposed a bet on how many bits
he will eat if we say absolutely nothing to him – he said 0, I said 4.
And we waited… he played. We talked to the little one, we
ate, we waited… he played. And he ate absolutely nothing.
One monster fell off the table, so my son quit
his chair to pick it up and continued standing up, playing with the monsters
next to his plate.
We waited… He moved his fork out of the way to have more
room to play with it.
My husband laughed and said I should just give up and admit
defeat.
He played…
And then he sat, took his fork and looked
me straight in the eyes saying “Mom, it’s time to roll the dice ...”. ‘Cause
ocasionnally I behave like a dice (what's wrong with that?!) and “randomly” select a number of bites he
has to eat before he can leave the table.
And that’s when my husband declared I am the luckiest person
in the world and I almost fell off the chair laughing. As a good player, of
course I told my son a totally random number: 4!!!
On a totally unrelated note, I am considering doing
this: Insanity. My husband said the name fits me
perfectly.
