Here we are, celebrating Thanksgiving with the grandparents. Each kiddo has a small helping of meat, veggies, green bean casserole and crawfish dressing on their plate.
I keep trying to encourage the Gator-boy (age 3 1/2) to try his food.
He’ll eat all the meat but nothing else!
I point out that crawfish is meat…..”NO!”
Wanna try some off Momma’s fork?….”NO!”
I’m gonna steal it if you don’t eat it….mmmm mmm…so good….here, you wanna bite? … “NO!”
OK, fine, I give up. Eat the meat, leave the rest, at least you’re quiet and happy and not starting a food fight in Mimi’s formal dining room.
Then I get caught up cutting meat for Sonshine……
That’s when I hear it. “Crawfish!…giggle”
Huh????
I turn around to see that Grandad is helping Gatorboy search for, find and EAT all the crawfish out of his dressing. Grandparents have magic 🙂
I may have to change my name.
signed…..
Nolongermighty Mom.
Life on the Road Less Traveled 
Someday you can change your name to Grandma but for now, go ahead and keep Mom for a little longer and leave the magic to the olders! It’s one of those privileges you get as you gain years. And trust me, you will get there way faster than you ever thought possible!
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