So, I kinda have the mind of an eight year-old. I have to touch things, especially if it's soft. Or has an interesting texture. Or if I'm not supposed to touch it. I like shiny things. Occasionally when we're at the mall, Husband thinks it's hilarious to get very excited, point in a random direction, and exclaim, "Look! A distraction!"
It may or may not work every single time. I'll let you decide.
My eight-year old mind finally caught on that eating Real Meals with Fruits and Vegetables is not a fun grown-up game, but is a lifestyle change. My eight year-old mind does not like that much. In fact, she pretty much threw a tantrum equivalent to the kind you see in a grocery store, where the toddler is wailing on the floor, and the poor mother, against her better judgment, bribes the kid with anything in sight to end this miserable and embarrassing scene.
I have to say, I was somewhat prepared for this. After the realization that Paying Bills and Going to the Gas Station are not fun grown-up games either, similar tantrums took place. I know how my eight year-old mind works.
I need to distract her with something shiny.
So I'm now on the prowl for new and exciting recipes--nothing too intimidating, but something that will offer a certain degree of novelty that will act as the shiny piece of tinsel that will calm my eight year-old mind the hell down. Because I really don't want to break down and buy her a Carmello bar just to shut her up, but a person can only take so much, you know?
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