January 3, 2007 by Amy

Drama Queen

Dinner, just in case you ever wondered, is more enjoyable when you aren’t seated next to a screaming child. Just slightly better than that is when the screaming child is not your own.

Unfortunately, M and I experienced the former last night.

Zozo decided that she wanted Mommy’s applesauce, and nothing else would do. No green beans, no rice, no salmon. No star puffs. To achieve her aim of eating all of Mommy’s applesauce while Mommy ate nothing (being too busy feeding the applesauce to Zozo to feed herself), she decided on a course of action which included real tears, dramatic waving of her arms, and blood-curdling screams. We decided to wait her out. She decided to keep on screaming.

The entire dinner consisted of strained, louder than normal conversation whilst trying to ignore the apoplectic tyranical toddler seated in her highchair throne between us.

I do realize that this is just the beginning, and that we will deal with this many more times, and sometimes even out in public. I just wish I had asked for ear plugs for Christmas.