The day has come. I knew it would. It was just a matter of time.
Last night while making dinner, Trinity comes in the kitchen "Awww, Mommmmm, when is dinner ready??
I could eat the whole earth, AND outer space!". This is my drama queen's subtle
way of telling me that she is hungry.
"what's we havin?"she asks.
Today, however the pickyness was raised to a new level. It started off quite well.
TV off? Check. Hands washed? Check. Hungry little girl? Check.
Finally a nice dinner with no whining, no bargining
"just two more bites"... and so on. You get the picture.
Anyway, like I said. Everything is right with our little world.
We are both enjoying small snippits of conversation... asking about each others day.
When out of the blue, she pipes up and says,
"Mommy, where do pork chops come from?"
"Well, ......pork comes from pigs" I say. My eye is twitching
"You you mean there's little pigs in here?" She replies.
Wha? This did not make any sense to me at all. Maybe she wasn't ready. Still, I forge ahead.
"No, darlin... pork chops come from pigs"
"Mom ~ That's just silly. How can a PIG make a pork chop. They don't have any hands!!"
"Really Mommy, what do you mean they come from pigs?"
"We eat pigs." I explain. "a pork chop is part of the pigs leg" ( now, i'm not sure what part of the
pig it really comes from, but I'm making my point)