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What we have here is a failure to communicate

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Language is hard. Just take a gander at the internet. You know that English isn't mastered overnight. Or ever. 

Though my kids are progressing steadily into the realm of nouns, verbs and pointing (lots of pointing), there is still a large gap between what they want and what they can say. And even what they say and what they actually mean are a little, shall we say, disparate.

Couple that with a complete lack of patience on their part and you have a hotbed of contention. The kids know what they want. They also seem to believe that I know what they want too. This isn't always true.

Now, I realize some of you may be confused as to why this is suddenly a problem. I mean, it's not as though they could speak before. They communicated in one of three ways. Happy, quiet (which is like happy, but quieter), and screaming. If they were screaming you had a few options: change them, feed them or hug them. If those three things had been accomplished and you still had a yelling baby, it either meant they were sick or just ready for a nap. Easy (kinda). 

Now, they have grown opinions. My daughter has decided she does not want to eat her peas, whereas before, she would pretty much open up for whatever I happened to have mushed up in a dish. And if I try anyway, I can be rewarded with a flailing arm that sends said peas careering through the air and all over the floor. 

Just because she ate something with gusto yesterday is no assurance that she'll like it the next time. 

I like cooking eggs, it's an easy way of ensuring they get both protein and veggies in a form that's easy to make and dish out. I do scrambles, with cheese, veggies (spinach or broccoli, whatever I have) and sauted onions. Hell, I love these eggs.

The first time, she loved them too. But not so much since then. I tried to coax a bite in and the spoon was launched across the dining room, with a bunch of eggy awesomeness with them.

I mean, where else do you get smacked for offering someone a delicious meal? And then you, as the adult, are expected to keep your cool, say something about being naughty and not send them to bed without supper.


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