I’m no expert on child cognitive development, so I have to play ball with our finicky little foodie and remote control tyrant, to whit:
Me: Would you like English or Japanese?
Elena: 'Course it's English. English for Curious George. Japanese for Anpanman. [She gives me a withering look like I am the dumbest man on the planet.]
Me: How about breakfast? Are rice balls OK?
Elena: Yes, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2 rice balls.
Me: You mean six, right?
Elena: No, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2.
Me: OK, here are the sprinkles. I’ll go warm up the rice balls.Elena: Rice balls are supposed to be on the table before the sprinkles.
Me: I have to warm them up first.
Elena: Of course if you bring rice balls after the sprinkles, it'll be too late.
Me: How is that gonna be too late? Just wait and put it on top.
Elena: No, no sprinkles. I'm definitely not gonna have my rice balls after sprinkles.
Me: OK, E-chan, I understand, but choose, please. We've got cod roe, sukiyaki, seaweed/egg and mixed. What kind of sprinkles do you want?
Elena: Rice balls.
Me: I know, but what kind?
Elena: Rice balls.
Elena: Of course you can't have rice balls without sprinkles. I put them on!!
Me: You bet your bum.
Elena: Bet your bum.Me: OK, we’re all set. Curious George on TV, 1-2, 1-2, 1-2 rice balls, you put on the sprinkles.
Elena: Daddy’s breakfast sucks. [Freak-out ensues.]- Fin -
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