Mr. Sticky Fingers spent most of the day on April 7, 2013 TRYING to eat a Burrito. I had several reasons why I was determined to make him eat that burrito:
~food is not just for our enjoyment/entertainment and sometimes we need to eat things that are not tasty.
... out of pure starvation, I am sure.
There were many tears.
"I just can't do it," he kept pleading. I would assure him that he could. I felt the grid lock of mine and Finger's opposing will. I wanted him to learn a lesson, the reasons as previously stated, but felt the only thing he was learning is that "if I just wait her out Mom will surely back down" or "I will never eat anything again the rest of my short life."
"Mom, you don't want to waste the burrito right? So why can't someone else eat it for me?"
You cannot possibly finish the task that you are required to do?
You need a Savior to come in and do the rest that you can't do..."
At this point I was hoping he would catch on to what I was referring to... but his light bulb wasn't on yet, so I continued:
Then Honey Bear (HB) came into the Kitchen and said, "Fingers! You did it! You ate the burrito!"