Harry is a really good eater, starting about lunchtime. However, getting him to eat in the mornings can be a challenge, and I'm not usually organized enough in the morning to have predetermined choices laid out for him. This morning at our house, for instance:
Me: Harry, here are the last of the berries. What else would you like to eat this morning?
Harry: Want breakfast.
Me: Good! Do you want Kix? (no response) Cheerios? (crickets chirping) Oatmeal?
Harry: Oatmeal! Yes.
Me: (after making oatmeal with brown sugar) Here you go!
Harry: (wrinkles nose)
Me: Sniff it.
Harry: (sniff, sniff, turns head away)
Me: Would you please lick it?
Harry: (lick, yuck face, pushes spoon away)
Me: (giving up and going with the old standby) Do you want a cheese sandwich?
Harry: Yes!
Me: (getting cheese) Do you want an English muffin or regular bread?
Harry: (no answer, which usually means "neither one, thanks")
Me: Do you just want the cheese by itself?
Harry: Yes. (I hand Harry the piece of cheese. He hands it back to me) You eat it.
Me: No, I don't want it. Oh - we have some French bread. Do you want a slice of that with the cheese on it?
Harry: Yes! (takes open-faced sandwich happily, eats the cheese off the top... and hands the bread back to me)
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On the other hand, we have exchanges like the following. I was making dinner a few nights ago and he was in the kitchen with me:
Me: I love you, Harry.
Harry: I love you, too. You're cute.
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He likes the song "Mary Had A Little Lamb" (which in our house is called the Lamb Song). I was singing it and about halfway through...
Harry: It's not the lamb's shirt. It's my shirt!
Me: Shirt? I'm not sure what you mean.
Harry: Not the lamb's shirt! It's Harry's shirt!
Me: OOOOHHHHhhh - you mean the part where it says "everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was *SURE T*o go?"
Harry: Yes. Harry's shirt.
:)
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This is why Mersch is only an aunt.
Here's how the conversation would go with Auntie Mersch:
Me: Harry, here are the last of the berries. What else would you like to eat this morning?
Harry: Want breakfast.
Me: Good! Do you want Kix? (no response) Cheerios? (crickets chirping) Oatmeal?
Harry: Oatmeal! Yes.
Me: (after making oatmeal with brown sugar) Here you go!
Harry: (wrinkles nose)
Me: Hey, cool trick. Now, unless you can "Bewitch" that into a new breakfast, go ahead get started on your oatmeal that you chose. If it's too hot, let me know.
Maybe I just take after Dad (said reverently), but I would go crazy if everything took that long. Mornings are hard enough already! ;)
Yeah, I know... and I'm usually better prepared with answers, but mornings are particularly tough because I'm not at my best! But the exchange this morning just tickled my funnybone. :)
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