Wish she was always this easy to please at dinnertime

Phoebe: Mommy, can we have pancakes for dinner tonight?

Me (because I had no other ideas): Sure, I guess.

Phoebe: Yay! I love pancakes!

(later)

Phoebe: Mommy, why do I smell bacon?

Me: Because I'm cooking bacon.

Phoebe: Oh, I love bacon!

Me: Yes, I know.

Phoebe: What are we having with the bacon? Oh! I know! We can have biscuits! I love biscuits!

Me: No, we're having pancakes, remember? Because you asked for pancakes?

Phoebe: We're having pancakes? I love pancakes!

Phoebe eschews all condiments -- no ketchup for this child, no syrup, no mustard or mayonnaise. She does love butter, but that's the dairy source in her diet, not just a condiment. When she's eating french fries, however, she will sometimes ask for some pretend ketchup, and one of us will pretend to squirt a pretend dollop of ketchup on her plate. A few weeks ago, when, it is important to add, she was eating off of one of those kids' plates with the divided compartments, she made this request of Chris. "Here you go," he said. She looked at her plate and said: "Which dish did you put it in, Daddy?"

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aimee said…

I love having breakfast for dinner.

Phoebe is so funny!

9:44 AM

Merry Christmas to Joey, too!

Scene: After the Christmas pageant. Me: You did great, Mallory, we're proud of you! Mallory: What was your favorite part? Me: Hmm. I liked the "Whatcha Gonna Call That Baby?" song. Chris: I liked that one too. Me: But I also liked "Joy to the World." Mallory: Joey in the world? What's that? Me: No, joy to the world, the song you just sang. Mallory: Oh yeah. Me: That's one of my favorite songs. Phoebe: A favorite song is a song that's your favorite and you like it and you sing. (Pause) Phoebe: And you dance. Mallory, before the show, in front of our haphazardly decorated Christmas tree. Phoebe declined to be photographed. All I was able to photograph of the event itself: Phoebe, objecting to the camera's flash: Now she closes her eyes before I snap every picture. Sigh. But she's cute anyway! And so is Mallory! And their dresses match! We're thinking Arby's: Okay, that's it! Recently read: The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife . ...

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