Maybe I Need to Start Calling Him Mr. Trump
By GlindaA while ago, I bought the Munchkin some plates that were divided into four sections, a big one for the main dish, and then three smaller ones at the top.
As I suspected, he adored them. He is very methodical, very logical, so these appealed to his inner engineer. He also doesn’t appreciate his various food items touching each other, so the plates worked like a charm.
Since then, he demands prefers that every meal he eats utilize the plates. I only have four, so sometimes I am short one. Usually, knowing the fuss that will occur if the plates are not present, I will simply hand wash so that I have one to use.
The other day I was feeling ill, and Daddy, staying home from work and not being privy to the odd routines of a five year old, attempted to serve Mr. P his lunch on a regular plate.
It was so not pretty.
I can understand the perspective of hey, is a particular plate really all that important in the grand scheme of life?
And to those that live daily with a child, the short answer is yes.
So even though I wasn’t feeling great, I went ahead and got a clean one out of the dishwasher. Yeah, yeah, talk to me another day about undercutting my husband’s authority, blabbity blah…
After I had served the Munchkin his now-appropriately proportioned lunch, he, with all of the self-righteous anger that only a five year old can muster, pointed at my husband and said, “Daddy, you are fired!”
If only life were that easy, kid.
March 26th, 2008 at 10:20 am
When you’re five, the “grand scheme” of your life is in very small proportion – so not having the right plate is *proportionally* similar to, say, the grocery store not having any of the food on your shopping list. The proportional idea is what made me realize why little kids flipped out over what seemed like simple things to me. 🙂
March 28th, 2008 at 7:33 pm
Glinda,
I have to say that these blogs about the munchkin are my favorite part of Teeny Manolo. Thanks for sharing.
March 29th, 2008 at 2:16 am
Seana, thanks for that! I actually try kind of hard NOT to blog too much about him. He’s got personality to spare, that one.