We have a “This Little Piggy” book, and in it one of the little piggies has a plaque on the wall that says “Sty Sweet Sty”. After today’s lunch, I think that’s what we need. Hannah was “sporting a ‘tude” at lunch time, so other things took precedence over the location of her food (in other words, we let that go). As I dished the jello onto her plate, she promptly picked it up and placed it on the table (with her hands, of course), and then ate it off the table (with her hands, of course).
So, why do we put food on kid’s plates, anyway? Why to we even set them up at the table? (After this meal, and many others, I had to move the chairs and wipe up all the wet sticky food off the floor. If I delay in performing this task, Hannah goes under there and eats it off the floor. Inoculation, inoculation.) And, why do we even put clothes on them? I suggested that we put the food in a trough on the floor, and let the naked kids just crawl up and scoop it in with their hands. Andrew had an even better suggestion, have the whole feeding operation outside.
O.k., don’t get hyper. We won’t do all that. We will try to force civility on our children, even if at times it seems completely in vain.