The reality of dealing with my picky five year old’s eating habits?
Salad apparently does not contain lettuce.
But I better get to the store right now and get some more lettuce since I am the one that ate it all, you know.
Right. In the middle of an icy rain, an hour before I am supposed to have you in bed so I can deploy some changes for work.
Go on, now. Have that tantrum and cover yourself with Baseball blanket. You’ll survive without salad that isn’t lettuce.
I’ll just be over here spooning the most disgusting smelling beef pouch into your sisters’ mouths. Ya want some of that? Didn’t think so.
And thus, Evan, you’ve inspired my Monday Momfessions post this week.