Alex is too smart.
Tonight, my finicky eater decided he wasn't going to try anything. It wasn't anything exotic, but I knew odds were slim that I'd get him to eat anything, but I gave it a go anyway.
No go.
So, I decided to try logic.
Me: "Look, Alex. It's big boy food. Big boys eat rice. Don't you want to be a big boy?"
Alex: "Not a boy."
Me: (after a long pause) "O-kay, if you're not a boy, then what are you?"
Alex: "I'm a man!"
Me: *bangs head on table*
I gave up then. Kind of pointless when he used my own logic against me, and I can't stop giggling because he won the point. I should never have started that whole "who's my little man?" stuff.
Alex - 1
Mommy - 0
