"More lettuce," Bardo screams at breakfast this morning.
"But I want the last piece," calls Pippi as I hand over a Romaine leaf to Bardo.
Bardo with his ridiculous grin, pops out his first sentence ever, "I love lettuce."
And Pippi cries. She cries because she knows it isn't true. She cries because she really does love lettuce. And she cries because Bardo seems to be rubbing it in. Bardo waves the leaf around chanting, "Lettuce lettuce lettuce." Is it possible for a child, not yet two, to torment his older sister? He then deliberately takes a large bite and then says, "Done." But he will not let go of the lettuce. He runs it around the kitchen island like a small flag, the dog following closely behind him.
Note: I do not serve lettuce for breakfast. This piece just happened to be leftovers from last night. Bardo happened to see it wilting on the counter when I put him in his high chair this morning.
9 comments:
That is so FUNNY! I want to be your neighbor!
I'm giggling with delight -- someone else's kids seem to torment each other at an early age! It seems to be their lot in life to "bug" each other at all hours of the day and night! They will do ANYTHING to see the other squirm - ahhh! Help me get through another day in a week vacation from kindergarten!!!
I read this for the first time at the public library...you have no idea how difficult it was for me to control my laughter!
That's great! I wish my kids would argue over lettuce. :)
the funniest part about this story is that the ruckus was over lettuce! chocolate or cookies maybe? no, lettuce! hilarious!
lettuce, huh? In our house it was always pickles. Bardo is quite brilliant for sure!
I'm so glad that it's not just my kids that gloat at each other. I only wish it was over lettuce at my house.
This kind of stuff is so frustrating. Pippi probably didn't really want the lettuc either. They both just wanted to win.
maybe you can teach me how to help my children love lettuce?
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