Our own little Olympian

Dinner was very interesting tonight.  I knew what we were having, but I wasn’t sure how My Honey was going to convince Sassy to eat it.  She has decided, and she states her position loudly and often, that she DOES NOT LIKE TUNA FISH.  I don’t know where she tasted it and decided it was not for her, but she is vehement.  She will bring up her NON TUNA platform out of the blue and expound on it loudly, just in case anyone is interested.

Well, tonight, My Honey made tuna casserole.  I was amused when I noticed that he had hidden the evidence stealthfully in the recycle bin under the soda cans and newspapers.  I set the table with anticipation.  I was undeniably excited about dinner.  I decided I would just sit back and watch how he maneuvered her into eating it.  

When the cover came off, Sassy said with a look of disdain, “What is that?”

“Fish,” her daddy told her.  “It’s really good.  Eat it.”

She looked unconvinced, but The Bandit was scarfing it down, so she must have figured, “what the heck”.

“What?” she asked me as I watched her eat her second helping with a twinkle in my eye.

“Nothing,” I told her innocently.

My Honey wanted to tell her the big secret, but I truly think it best to trick her 6 or 7 more times first.  Well, it’s best for me.  I need the amusement.

After dinner, we had more of My Honey’s birthday cake.  5.3 seconds after The Bandit was handed his cake plate, he threw down his fork, brandished his empty plate, and yelled, “I WIN!”  Apparently, we were in a race.  He’s really taking the whole Olympics thing to heart.

I think he would have lost style points due to the layer of frosting on his face that never made it to his mouth.