Green Bean Race

[la_rainette]

There is nothing more disturbing when you are trying to eat dinner quietly than a racoon sitting in a tree watching your every move. And a fat racoon, too. He doesn't look as if he's starving. I don't even think he's looking at the food.

Now, I do get my girls to eat a healthy dinner once in a blue moon while, but that's only if you look at their combined plates, perfectly empty at the end of the meal. The point is, Tadpole eats all her meat, and Froglet eats all her pasta. And then they SWITCH PLATES *headthunk*

Froglet: you wanna trade? Do you want my meat?
Tadpole: yeah, thanks. Do you want my pasta?
Froglet: HEY! I know! I'll take your plate, and you take mine!

There you go.

I have found an infallible way to get Froglet to eat her green beans: we race.

One, two, three, go, first one to finish the bean wins. And then it's all about who lets who win. I let her win most of the time, but I can't eat too slowly, because sometimes she tries to le me win, so I have to realize that and finish my bean, else we both end up chewing like madwomen on half an inch of bean for half an hour.

Tadpole tried to join the competition, but she really HATES beans. She actually managed to get the entire bean into her mouth the first time, chewed three times, and then spat the whole thing out and spent the following fifteen minutes trying to scrape bean remains off her tongue.

And all the while, the neighbourhood racoons are watching us through those many windows, placing bets and complaining that the race is rigged.

Comments

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*laughs* yeah, we do that too: we try food from each other's plate, all the time. To the point where Husband and I rarely order the same food in restaurants, cos we want to taste everything ;)