A Small Victory, but a victory nonetheless
So tonight, SS stalled like a MOFO during dinner again. I finally had to let my toddler down to do her thing. It was not her fault that he was being a little jerk.
Then he wanted to go do what she was doing, and I demanded that he take at least one bite of his chicken empanada, before he left the table.
"Do I have to?"
I told him no, but that if he didn't, he'd go to bed early.
He gets ready to bite and I warn him, "None of your pretending to vomit either kid. You bite, you chew, you swallow OR you go to bed early. Period."
He bites a bit of the crust off (there is no chicken in it, so I know he's not reacting badly to any 'spices'). Immediately he's on his coughing crusade, like it's so bad he's going to die. He starts shaking his head, and I warn him again.
"No way kid. Chew and swallow or it's early bedtime for you." I'm freaking out a little, because if he really ups and vomits I may feel terrible. What if he's allergic to something? Panic panic panic.
He coughs, sputters. I decide to ignore him and go start the dishes.
Suddenly from behind me he goes, 'I'm done!' I inspect. He is in fact done. And I release him, and look, he's running into the living room to play like he wasn't just about to die.
Hahahha... how bout them apples kid. You've lost, because now I KNOW you're full of shit.
Har har har.