“Mommy, I want this,” Will said to me the other evening, holding up a bottle of pancake syrup – the kind I wish I could banish from our house since it is anything but natural. However, Will and my husband love it so it remains.
“That’s syrup, sweet pea. You can’t just eat syrup! That goes with pancakes, silly,” I said, expecting him to say okay and put it away . . . that is usually what happens.
“Yea, want paaaaaan-cakes,” he replied with a grin.
Did I mention it was evening? And I had stew meat defrosting on the countertop? Well, I did! And breakfast for dinner? Not something I do. Ever. After all, I am a breakfast failure. I burn everything — eggs, French toast, bacon – you name it — at least in the morning. Still, how often does a two-year-old specifically request a meal? For snacks, it’s often, but for meals it’s never in my house. So I did what any good mom would do . . .
“Alright. Do you want plain, blueberry or chocolate chip.”
“Chooooooc-co-laaaat chip. I want chocolate chip, Mommy.”
Decisive, for sure. And cute, oh so cute. How can you say no to that?
Am I opposed to breakfast for dinner? Nah. It’s just not something I normally do — and it’s not something I have done in a long, long time. But, I do believe in being flexible. Sure, I had defrosted meat, but it would be okay until the next day. Will is flexible all the time for me. He eats whatever I feel like, so to let him choose when he wants something isn’t a big deal for me.
And ultimately, it was more important that Will eat something then what exactly he ate at that moment (he’d already had his daily servings of fruit, veggies and dairy too). So, into the frying pan jumped some bacon and pancakes.
On a side note — I am a much better breakfast cook at night.
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