Salad, Sunny Style

Sunny comes in the kitchen this afternoon and starts dragging out mixing bowls and asking me to open the fridge because she wants to make a salad. Now, she's my best veggie eater of the bigger kids, but I know for a fact she won't eat any salad stuff except maybe the raw carrots, and that's only on the last tuesday of months that end in R. I pull out the lettuce and she starts yelling how that's not what she wants, she wants SALAD. I explain that is what salad is. She decides that's horrible and starts pulling things out of the cabinets to make her salad.

So, here, in all its glory, is salad, Sunny style:

In case you're curious, the recipe is:

a three-year-old size handful of some weird cereal from Trader Joe's that looks like Life cereal, but doesn't contain rice

a greenish sliced banana (I did all knife wielding)

three baby carrots sliced into "dimes"

grapes

a tiny handful of ceasar salad croutons, heavy on the garlic

a tiny handful of cheerios (or their generic Trader Joe's counterparts)

four Gerber Graduates veggie wagon wheels

Don't you wanna come to my house for dinner?

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Wednesday night Sunny got out a washcloth when she was brushing her teeth, and I told her not to wipe her face because I had put a little ointment on some chapped spots.

"I won't, it's for my collection," she says. Collection?

She goes into her room, and I tell her to get in bed, and she tells me she can't. "I have to do the laundwry fiwst."

She proceeds to gather up a huge armful of probably fifteen or so washcloths, then flops herself down on the bed and dramatically throws her armload down on the bed, sighing "Laundwry, laundrwry, laundwry," and emphatically wiping her brow. She then folded every single washcloth as well as a small basket full of doll clothes.

Where she gets this stuff I will never know.

Comments

[Agincourtdb]

Yeah... where she gets it... I wonder. :-) She gets the salad thing from you guys too... you're a family of grazers, I swear to god.

[hokgardner]

If only I could get my kids to fold things voluntarily - it takes pleading, and threatening, and bribing, and lots of tears to get them to fold towels.