The hour before the run Will cried and cried. He wanted a drink of milk and I said he couldn't have a drink of milk until he ate two bites of dinner (he hadn't touched any of the enchilada on his plate). Will would cry. Then Will would say he was done with dinner and wanted to play. So Will would play until he remembered he was hungry. He'd ask for some milk and I would tell him he had to have two bites of dinner. More tears. Milk? Tears. Play. Milk? Tears. Play. This cycle continued forever until I said, "How about two bites of applesauce?" We agreed on that, but then I was left feeling like I was creating a picky eater that doesn't eat much protein.
Thank goodness for the run!
Katrina and I ran the hospital route. We talked about forever long doctor visits, developing good eating habits in our kids, tinted windows, how wonderful our mothers are, and running stores that involved close calls with bikes.
I feel 100% better. ‘Nothing like running to relieve the tension. And Will had a very happy evening playing with his dad. |