You can just see the slump in Superman's shoulders at this point. One because he carefully coaches the J-Man to THANK mom for the great dinner and this is clearly not a step in the right direction. And two because he knows at this point that meal time will be a long drawn out affair, and not the nice kind of long drawn out affair that some dinners are. Namely, dinners in France without kids.
But dinner time has been even more, ummm, entertaining since The Tank decided she wanted to join us at the table and not be stuck in a corner strapped in a highchair.
Both of our darling female PLO's have a serious affinity for protein. Especially of the animal variety. This is a trait that comes directly from their father. They apparently were born equipped with protein radars, giving them the ability to hone in on any protein on their plates immediately and then to proceed to consume massive amounts of said meat.
Sunday nights are our "Breakfast-As-Dinner" night. You may also read that as: "Mom is too tired to think up and prepare something more creative for dinner" night. Usually we have waffles, hashbrowns, and bacon/sausage.....a nice healthy meal, eh?
This past week, it was bacon rather than sausage and we discovered that The Tank kinda likes bacon just a little. When she had finished what was on her plate, she eyed her daddy's plate for more and screeched, while giving us this perfectly precious face:
You can see the desparation, the greed, and rage in her face there. Lovely. Fortunately for all of us, Dad appeased The Tank....
And she proceeded to eat MORE bacon than her father did. Impressive.I will have to share The Diva's need for a napkin later, though. The kids are waking from naps and I suppose I should tend to them.
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