Mila with the Victory. Again.

Let's all take a moment to be confused, shall we? There was a point this week when Mila and I needed to deliver dinner to Alexis. Alexis was at dance, but had a 45-minute break. That's not long enough for her to pile into the car and hit a drive thru, but it is long enough for me to pull into the parking lot and let her enjoy being tortured by her little sister while eating. Anyway, I asked Mila what we should get for dinner. Whatever we got was what Alexis would get as well.

Mila asked for salads.

I KNOW.

I know the child likes healthier choices more than she's willing to admit, but it continues to confuse me when she demonstrates it. I, of course, said nothing about the choice because if I comment, Mila will never do it again. Still, I was impressed. So, salads!

The trick with Mila and Alexis getting salads for dinner is that neither one of them can eat a whole one, so they usually share one. In this case, it made sense for Mila to go ahead and eat what she wanted while we were driving, but then to hand over the rest to her sister. There was the risk that Mila would eat all of the best parts of the salad, but Alexis generally doesn't mind because she's the kid who will happily eat plain lettuce and be delighted with it.

Don't ask me to explain that. I don't understand it either.

Regardless, Mila ate what she wanted, Alexis jumped in the car and ate a bunch, but then decided to go back inside dance. For whatever reason, she took the rest of the salad with her. There is a "dining area" set up outside of dance and they pretty strictly enforce social distancing in that space, so whatever. Take your salad, child.

Fast forward a few hours and we picked Alexis up for the night. The first words out of Mila's mouth were, "Where's my salad?" to which Alexis replied, "I finished it."

HOOOOBOY. WRONG ANSWER, ALEXIS.

I solved the problem by offering a quick drive thru snack, but before I got to that point, there was dRaMa. I ended up reminding Mila that the plan all along was for her to eat as much as she wanted and then her sister would get the rest.

Mila's reply?

"Those were your words, not mine."

I'm stealing that. It's a great comeback for SO many situations.