So. So the sandwich was not a success. So he cried when faced with it. So.
I took it hard, guys, I did. I was all, "Oh, so I guess it's going to be a cold cuts kind of youth, eh, Oliver? Eh, three-year-old Oliver who's not into my kalamata-f--kin'-olive-f--ckin'--avocado-with-gourmet-other-sh-it-thrown-in-no-meticulously-placed-just-so-sandwich?"
I was all that to myself. To him, I said, "Sorry you didn't like that sandwich, bud."
And he was all, "It's ok, mom. But why did you do it?"
And I was like, "Because I love you and food is emotional, Oliver."
And he was like, "Girls have vaginas, mom."
And I was like, "High-five it, Oliver."
So we got through it, obviously.
Anyway, I felt a wee defeated but I won't stay down, god_ammit. (I love the blank spaces for politesse, btw). I will up the ante. I whipped up an orzo, asparagus (tip), tomato, carrot, lemon thyme soup. Try to resist that, Mr. Man. Just try.

Hm. Cream cheese roll ups? Pasta salad? Quesadillas are good cold too. Pita bread pizza. You can do it Kiley. And if I was one of those kids in O's class, I'd be beating him up for his lunch, although it doesn't sound like he'd put up a fight. ;-)
My mom's trick was to cut up everything into small bites. Somehow this made it more fun. Use a cookie cutter to make shapes. I bet avocado sandwiches would go down if they were star shaped.
But then again, I'm a girl.
Posted by: Monique | June 30, 2011 at 11:59 AM
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adorable!!!!
Posted by: Paradais Sphynx | October 26, 2011 at 06:42 PM