Kenny is a very good eater. In fact, he will eat most everything you put in front of him, with very few exceptions. But, like any toddler, he is going through the “single food phase” week by week. This week (and last week) it happens to be a request for cereal at every meal: Honey Bunches of Oats, which he calls, “Dada Cereal” (because that’s what Casey often has for breakfast) and Frosted Mini Wheats, which he calls, “Papa Cereal” (because that’s what Casey’s Dad often has for breakfast).
We’ve been out of Dada cereal for several days now, so when Casey came home with some after a grocery run, Kenny was nearly quivering with excitement, and of course, that’s all he wanted for dinner. That is, until he saw the edamame that Casey and I were eating. Then it was “BEANS!” which he wanted to eat in between each bite of cereal. (blech!) Then he saw Casey eating rice and demanded a chopstick-ful of that to go with each bite of the edamame and cereal. And he washed it all down with “appa-orange-juice-with-ice.”
At least he said, “please!”
