Monday, May 23, 2011

if you give a carly a breadstick . . .



 . . . she won't want anything to do with it.

Even if she has been crying "eat! eat! eat!" for 15 minutes in the mall.

And even if you had a conversation that went like this:
"Carly, are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to eat?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to eat bread?"
"Yes."
"You are hungry and you want to eat bread?"
"Yes."

Instead, while you try to clean up, she will run away into a nearby store and come running back out with a really cute clutch. "Bag!" she will tell you, as you run it back into the store.

And you will only have been at the mall for 20 minutes.

She is lucky she is cute.

1 comment:

Cami and Juan said...

This is also my life. The joys of picky eaters. I am still wondering how I got a picky eater, when I am the complete opposite.