Every Excuse

I made some fish for dinner tonight that Po wasn't particularly fond of, but he had to eat a certain portion of it in order to earn some Trader Joe's Yogurt Stars, something he selected for desert.

At first he couldn't eat the fish because it was "too hot."

After I assured him it was at perfect toddler eating temperature, he was convinced that he didn't "like the black stuff in there." Invisible black stuff, unless you have bionic paranoid toddler-vision.

Once I convinced him that there was no black stuff to be found, he didn't "like the white stuff." Yes, there was an abundance of white stuff. In fact, the entire fish was white, so I started to suspect he had an angle.

"Well, Po, it's your choice. Eat it and get Yogurt Stars, or walk away."

Then I walked away for about ten seconds, and, suddenly, Campbell, who LOVED the fish and was happily eating Yogurt Stars, started hysterically crying, as if some injury had occurred.

I raced back into the room. "WHAT is going on?!"

Po explained, "She doesn't want me to eat the fish."