Right around the time she should have been going to bed, Mila decided she was done being the little girl who had two teeth pulled, another one capped, and had a bunch of fillings done. She instead was the hungry, hungry hippo and GIVE THAT KID SOME FOOD. MY GOODNESS.
In the time it took me to write last night's blog post, Mila ate three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. That's more than she usually eats in a week's worth of lunches, but okay. Growth spurt or whatever. Go ahead and eat. The good news was that it didn't take much to convince her to eat the soft sandwiches instead of the pile of crackers and popcorn that she really wanted.
And then came today.
The kid woke up ravenous and she wanted nothing to do with my plans for cream of wheat and soup and such. She was like, "MY TEETH ARE FINE, WOMAN. GIVE ME THE GOOD FOOD."
I seriously spent the entire day trying to save Mila from herself. She wanted potato chips and Tootsie Rolls and carrot sticks and, really, if it was a bad idea, she wanted it. And she wanted ALL of it because apparently she eats now? I guess?
I don't know.
But I'll tell you this much. If the kid is half as annoying as she was today again tomorrow, I'm letting her have those potato chips. There's only one way to learn that mom is always right and that's to make some dumb mistakes. We might as well get it over with ...
