I let Chip choose dinner a couple of nights ago, and of course he chose chicken nuggets. Fine with me — nuke ’em and stick ’em on a plate… that’s damn fine parenting.
But of course, he wanted them RIGHTNOWRIGHTNOWRIGHTNOW. Because he was HUNRY MOMMY! But you know what? Gourmet dinosaur chicken nuggets from Costco don’t come out of the freezer (key word: “freeze”) all nice and toasty warm. You and I know that, but 2 year olds? Not so much.
He’s dancing around my feet using every word he can think of to convey to me that he is mere seconds away from perishing from starvation. So what do I do? I think I’m so brilliant and smugly hand him a frozen nugget to demonstrate to him that they aren’t ready to eat yet.
The little booger ate the whole thing with a smile on his face. I’m pretty sure this is how a 2 year old tells you they think you’re an asshole ;)