Thursday, November 19, 2009
Yep, She's Mine
When Amelia was younger she refused to eat mashed potatoes. No matter what I did, she rejected them, from the time she was old enough to have her first taste she turned her nose up.
It made me question whether she was really my child.
I LOVE mashed potatoes. In fact, if I had to choose between mashed potatoes and chocolate, it would be a very, very close contest. And I'm pretty sure the potatoes would win.
All of a sudden, Amelia's true genetic affinity for mashed potatoes has emerged. She's started asking if we can have them for supper, and even offering to help make them. (Any excuse to put on her apron!)
But this morning's mashed potato story tops them all.
Amelia woke up cranky. She made it very clear that she DID. NOT. WANT. TO. GO. TO. PRESCHOOL.
Then she remembered that they would be having their Thanksgiving feast lunch today. And there would be mashed potatoes.
Suddenly she couldn't get dressed and out the door fast enough.
That's my girl.