Since I was sick yesterday, I thought I would just heat up some delicious homemade chicken and rice that I made the other day. My efforts were met with extreme joy.
"This is disgusting", said my 16 year old son as he heated up a cheap, high processed, frozen meal for himself.
Little Catherine was subtle. She threw herself on the floor and shrieked, "I don't like it, I don't like it!"
I tried the ignoring technique.
"This tastes like glue, I can't eat it. I'll just make myself a sandwich". Anastasia decided.
I tried the strict approach.
"You either eat that chicken or nothing!" I bellowed.
Isabella ate in silence for a long, long time.
My husband said he had a stomach ache while gobbling up several Butterfinger bars.
I gave him the evil eye.
He quickly realized his mistake and slumped, possum like, into the chair with his eyes closed and started snoring.
I scooped up everyone's dishes from the table.
Everyone smiled until I began to transfer the chicken in a freezer bag. "I'm saving this for a special occasion, like your birthday!" I told them all.
I see the Golden Arches in my future for tomorrow.