Zoey was sitting next to me on the couch. She had been coloring in her SpongeBob Squarepants coloring book for a few minutes without a problem, so I had taken the opportunity to read -a couple of pages of a book. After a few moments, I happened to glance at her and saw that she was running her crayons and colored pencils one-by-one over her hair and face.
I watched her for a couple of minutes and then asked, “What are you doing?”
“Just co-co (coloring),” she answered nonchalantly.
Me: What do you want for breakfast?
Zoey: Hot gog (hot dog)
Me: What do you want with it?
Zoey: Chi-chi (chicken)
Clearly she’s not going to be a vegetarian any time soon. And no, I didn’t give her both chicken and a hot dog for breakfast. I DID give her the hot dog because she hates most traditional breakfast food and as far as Greg and I are concerned, as long as SOMETHING gets in her belly, we don’t care if it’s waffles or leftover spaghetti. Parents of the year, I know.