So last night, with the "patch job" on her tooth, we were keeping the girl to soft foods so that she didn't run the risk of damaging the tooth further. She bemoaned the fact that she couldn't have any of her "favorite" foods... And three is not too young to lean a little towards melodrama as far as she's concerned either.
"I can't EAT mommy cause the food is too hard and it will hurt my broken tooth"
Don't worry I reassured her, I was making mashed potatoes with supper so she could eat some.
"But they're still too hard! I need to eat something softer"
Oh really? Her answer when I asked her what she had in mind?
"ummm... marshmallows? Or pudding, or jello... jello is softer"
I chuckled at that. She looked SO sincere... riding that "injured cuteness" factor as far as she could take it.
Gotta give her credit... Even if she only scored a yogurt tube ;)
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