Sunday, March 14, 2010

Don't Tell Her What's for Dinner

As soon as she hears me starting the oven or opening anything that remotely sounds like it might be dinner, my daughter comes into the kitchen to ask the infamous question: "What's for Dinner Mom?".

If I've learned a thing in five years of having a daughter, it's that when she asks you what's for dinner and you tell her, whatever it happens to be will immediately be the thing she absolutely loathes and detests in every way even though she completely loved the same dish just last week.

This didn't happen with my son, not even once..he just loves whatever and wouldn't complain if there was a fly in his soup. Well maybe if there was an actual fly in his soup.

I am not sure if it's the daughter factor for sure or if she just feels that, at five, she would need a personal chef to cater to her every whim. I have often been known to tell them both that I am not a restuarant and you cannot order anything you want.

So now going on year six coming up in July, we have learned not to tell her what's for dinner anymore. When she comes into the kitchen we tell her she will find out when it's on her plate and we have discovered that by the time it gets to her plate, she is hungry enough not to loathe, detest, or complain about it but instead she enjoys at least part of it..most of the time.

3 comments:

Kim @ What's That Smell? said...

We went through that with Jake. Abby eays just about everything but Jake insists on knowing and complaining about it, no matter what. Although it is getting better of late.

CoffeeLovinMom said...

Ok so it's not the daughter factor..maybe it's a kindergarten thing!

Susan said...

LOL...My son (who is NINETEEN for cripes sake) just asked me what was for dinner *tomorrow* (!)

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