Deep Thoughts

Have you ever seen the face of a 20-month-old baby who was just told that they cannot have a buttercream frosted chocolate cupcake with rainbow sprinkles for dinner instead of the chicken, broccoli, and peas on their plate?

I have.

And it’s not pretty.

First, there’s the wide-open-holding-the-breath-until-their-lips-turn-blue view of the tonsils. I was able to clearly note that my child does not have strep throat.

This view can last anywhere between 5 seconds (not worried) and 20 seconds (worried and starting to blow air directly into their nostrils).

After that, there’s the tear flooded eyes that have never looked more desperate and ravenous. Curiously, these same eyes can instantly reverse course from wet to dry when no longer upset.

Finally, there’s the look of horror and agony when said baby stands (literally) in the refrigerator and reaches for the cupcake container while simultaneously clinging to your body for dear life.

And so, while I may not have all the answers to solve this age-old cupcake for dinner problem, at least I know that my baby finally ate her dinner.

(No, not the chicken, broccoli, and peas).

She ate an orange popsicle.

We’ll try again tomorrow.