She rarely eats dinner because she likes most of her food before 3 in the afternoon.
This morning started out with a bowl of granola cereal with milk.
Next she had a full cup of cranberry juice.
Followed by a full bowl of strawberries.
Followed by her reward chocolate(that's another story).
Followed by... Mom I want a cookie like the one I had yesterday. She didn't have a cookie yesterday but then again she still refers to living in New Jersey as last week. So I show her a tin of cookies we got for Christmas. NOOOOO the ones I had yesterday. These are the only cookies we have Cecily, I kindly reply. It is morning so there is still patience left within. The cookie I ate at lunch. Huh?
The meat, the meat. Oh, so you want ham. Yes the ham I want the ham. Oh because I was supposed to get that from cookie. Who wouldn't know that cookie sounds like turkey and turkey means ham. I am such an amatuer.
She is on to her second helping and it is 9:00. We are off to playgroup where she will surely eat whatever they are serving, most likely the official snack of preschoolers across the land, "goldfish."