Â The other evening my mom was over playing with us while Chad was at church.Â After some time of playing dress up…
and trying on hats…
Â and riding our horse (with more hats)…
We were ready for dinner.
We like to play some games during dinner.Â Our favorite game is called, “Whose milk is that?” whereby we ask the girls, “Whose milk is that?” and they identify it as “Mommy’s milk” or “Daddy’s milk” or “Tessa’s milk” or “Nor Nor’s Milk”.Â It’s fun and we go around and around the table.Â Since Grammy was sitting with us that night, we were able to practice “Grammy” which is just starting to sounds like “Gra”, but we’re working on it.Â They also like to tell each person when they are “all done! all done!”
We made up a variation of this game called, “Boy, is this milk delicious” whereby a person takes a swig of their milk and they follow it with a loud and refreshing “AHHHHHH!!!” sound.Â Everyone got multiple turns.Â As I noticed that the girls were not eating their carrots, I decided to take this game one step further.Â So, I took a carrot off of Tessa’s plate and made a big deal rubbing my tummy and saying, “Mmm Mmm DELICIOUS!”.Â Â Then I pointed at Grammy–her turn!Â “Mmm Mmm DELICIOUS!” she said.Â Then I pointed at Tessa, who is not adverse to vegetables but chooses normally not to eat so many of them, and she popped one in her mouth and smiled, rubbed her tummy and said, “mmm mmm”.Â Not totally convincing, but she DID eat a carrot.Â Then, it was Nora’s turn, who also enthusiastically popped a carrot into her mouth.
Her face dropped.Â Half gagging on the disgustingness that is a carrot, she thrust theÂ half chews bits back out of her mouth with her tongue as Grammy and I roared with laughter andÂ shrieked, “Don’t laugh! Don’t laugh!”
That kid genuinely does not like carrots.
Oh well.Â Sorry baby.