Emma is my strawberry girl.
She has ALWAYS loved strawberries. She has several pairs of strawberry jammies and could eat strawberries all day long. Whenever strawberries are on sale, I snatch them up because I know they'll all get eaten; when I ask Emma how many strawberries she wants at lunchtime, she always says, "One hundred!"
But she's started a new way of eating her strawberries.
She takes a small bite out of each one...
Then she lines them up on the table from yummiest to least yummiest. Despite her discretionary tastes, I've never seen her reject a strawberry. She's an equal opportunity strawberry eater.
And then she eats them, saving the best for last.
And yes, she is still in her jammies at lunch time, but that's because we stayed in our jammies all day long while it blizzarded outside. Cozy.
But she's also on a heath kick which I don't get AT ALL. She doesn't get it from me, that's for sure. I offered her a cookie after dinner the other night and she refused, stating, "It's not healthy."
What is this health thing she speaks of?
Have my standing dates with Ben & Jerry taught her nothing?
Have I been force feeding myself Twizzlers in vain?
She helped me make and decorate sugar cookies the other night, only to eat half of one before stiff arming me with some kind of "it's not good for you" nonsense.
She even came home today with 1 1/2 cookies left over in her lunch. Oatmeal cookies, mind you. She said, "You gave me too many cookies, mommy. I only eat healthy things."
I guess Emma can keep her strawberries and tofu. More cookies for me.
And ice cream.