My mama job requires all kinds of talents. Feeding, clothing, and convincing children they want to do things they don't want to do (eat some vegetables!) requires some creativity and talent. Today at lunch, I was trying to convince Gemma to eat some bananas mixed with sweet potatoes. She wasn't buying it and I was wearing more sweet potatoes than she had eaten. So,method #1? Distraction.
Mama: old McDonald had a farm. Eieio. And on his farm he had a cow. Eieio. With a moo moo there
Amelia: wait! Stop! I didn't want to do a cow!
Mama: what?
Amelia: I didn't want it to be a cow. I DON'T WANT IT TO BE A COOOOOOOW!
Mama: (inward eye roll)
Mama: what did you want it to be?
Amelia: old McDonald had a wife!
Mama: a wife?
Amelia: a wife.
Mama: But, what would a wife say on the farm?
Amelia: (silence for several beats) I love you!
Mama: okay then!
Amelia: or, pick up your socks
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