Thursday, March 29, 2007

Looking back...

In retrospect, I would have done things differently. I would not have given the Boy Terror a tuna sandwich. I would have left off the pickles, skipped the black olives.
I most certainly would have never insisted he finish his supper, yes every bite.
Had I known that 4 hours later I would be scraping vomit off of him, his jammies, the sheets, the pillow, the comforter, Puppy, and "Baby", I would have simply skipped supper. Completely.

5 comments:

angelfeet said...

Delurking to say, sorry, I should have passed on my experience of two weeks ago. It was spaghetti bolognese instead of tuna sandwiches, but we too rued our insistence on her finishing every mouthful. Oh yes, we certainly did.

sky said...

I remember the time my mother allowed me to eat an unlimited amount of peanuts I had gotten for Halloween (in the shell kind) because they weren't "junk". She paid for it later that night...it was a long and barfy night...

Undercover Angel said...

I always regret it when I make my kids finish everything on their plates, because I always wind up cleaning up afterwards...

Jessica said...

Oh dear. I had much the same experience with pizza, ice cream and birthday cake, expertly vented into the 2 inch crack between the wall and the bed, the night before school pictures.



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Azgreeneyes said...

Ugh, my daughter did that most recently with sloppy joes. All over the carpet. The new, in a new house carpet. The stain is now hidden under her bed. Hope the boy terror is feeling better.