So either our boys arenâ€™t picky eaters or we need to be paying more attention to their social skills. The following was the dinner conversation on Tuesday night.
In either case, weâ€™ll be waiting by the phone for our Parents of the Year accolades. And not likely adopting a goldfish anytime soon.
Search: I donâ€™t want fish for dinner.
Me: Ok, you can have snapper.
Jon: I already tried that.
Search: I need a sammich. I need you make a peanut butter sammich now.
Me: Weâ€™re having fish.
Destroy: I donâ€™t like brocki. I need it put away.
Search: I like it. I eat all mine. I eated Destroyâ€™s brocki, too.
Jon: Eat some fish.
Search and Destroy: No.
Jon: Itâ€™s Nemo. Donâ€™t you want to eat Nemo?
Destroy: Itâ€™s Nemo?
<Muppets suddenly start scarfing dinner>
Jon: <looking at me> Admit it. You thought that was a dumb idea. I saw that look in your eyes. But it worked didnâ€™t it?
Search: Iâ€™m eating Nemo!
Jon: Good little carnivores. Remember â€“ fish are food, not friends.
Search: No Daddy, theyâ€™re friends.
Destroy: Can I watch Nemo on the TV?
Jon: No, you didnâ€™t nap so thereâ€™s no Nemo on TV.
Search: But we ate Nemo.
Jon: See, a lesser kid would have freaked out over that.
Me: Some lesson. Sleep with the fishies or we eat them.