Anyone who has ever had dinner with a 3yr old knows it can be a hit or miss situation and Tuesday night family dinners are no different. For the most part we manage a reasonable amount of food with a small amount of fuss, but occasionally there can be drama. Last night the drama involved 3 small pieces of broccoli, a bad choice on my part, and Emerson.
In an effort to raise children that are not picky eaters Kysa is requiring that they at least try a new vegetable. Three small bites. If you don't like it, that's ok, but you have to try it to know if you don't like it. I'm going to confess that I wish Nana's table was the food safe zone, but I understand and respect the effort Kysa puts into raising her kids right. Cambria has become a very adventurous eater, so I know it's working. Also, a certain amount of food must be consumed to get dessert. Nana always has dessert.
By the time I made it to the table last night (we do buffet style serving and Tom and I always fill our plates last) Emerson was still dealing with his broccoli. There was one piece on his plate and another stuffed into his cheek chipmunk style. I'm not sure if the third piece had already made it down the hatch or if it was also in the cheek pouch, but the broccoli stand off was nearly to the fifteen minute mark. I have to say, there wasn't much fussing. Occasionally he would utter a sad, "I can't do it.", but he pretty much just sat there in stubborn refusal. After most of us were done with dinner there was some encouragement in the form of name chanting and cheering and finally all three pieces were consumed and rejoicing commenced. Emerson said, "I really don't like it." and we all believed him, but he tried, no matter the long drawn out effort. I brought out cream cheese brownies for dessert for those finished with dinner and this is where it all went bad. I am a terrible Nana.
Emerson is currently on a dairy free diet. He struggles with lots of upper respiratory infections and they are finding that removing dairy is helping him in lots of ways. We always keep a supply of dairy free treats on hand and he rarely asks for anything he knows he can't have. Tonight though, tonight after he had battled the dreaded broccoli and had been victorious, he saw those brownies as the fitting reward. And, after hearing he couldn't have one he melted down hard. I felt so bad I had to go in the other room. I never should have brought those darn brownies out until he was completely done eating and happily had a popsicle in his hand. Bad Nana. They do occasionally let him have cheat nights, but he such a bad cold right now that tonight was not one of those nights. Ugh, sometimes I hate being an adult.
In the end, Emerson was just fine. He finished his dinner, enjoyed some Oreos and went on to have a good play time with Callum. In the scope of life, one night without a brownie isn't a big deal, but boy did I feel bad. Em is such a sweet little soul and I hate to see him so sad.
As you can see from the pic above, I don't think he's holding any grudges, but I can tell you this mistake won't happen again. My poor heart can't take it. Love you Emerson.