“Everyone eats and drinks, yet few appreciate food.”
Big Daddy-O was away and the girls and I had to run an errand in the late afternoon. It took longer than I had anticipated, so at 5:20 pm I decided to pick-up Chinese food for dinner instead of cooking at home.
“But I don’t like Chinese food, Mama,” Pip whined.
“Honey, you’ve never tried Chinese food, so you don’t know if you like it or not.” This next bit is rather shameful, “Do you know that you used to say that you didn’t like chocolate chip cookies? Then you tried them one day, and you liked them!” It wasn’t true, but at least it made her think about making uninformed decisions about food preferences!
We strolled into Q.F. and ordered the four-item combo; rice, veg, chow mein and prawns. Just for fun, I had them throw in a few spring rolls. (My mouth is watering just typing the words, ’spring rolls.’)
We got home and I had dinner laid out in a flash. Pip seemed to like the looks of her dinner after all, and chomped into her spring roll without hesitation; or plum sauce. ”Mama, I LOVE CHINESE FOOD!” were the words that I heard at least three times that evening.
“I think I could eat a WHOLE spring roll all by myself,” she ate one and a half rolls, then polished off everything on her plate.
After dinner the girls ran around a bit while I cleaned up, then we all danced for awhile before bath-time.
Once I had put Fig to bed, it was time to read to Pip. I got onto her bed while she looked for her book of choice. When she joined me on the bed, she performed an energetic little bounce on all fours and surprised us both by purging a good portion of her dinner on the bed.
“I threw-up Mama.” Pip was very calm.
“Yes you did, Honey.” I began to strip the sheet.
“I don’t know why I did that Mama.”
I explained that perhaps her body wasn’t used to Chinese food, perhaps she ate too quickly, or perhaps it was just all of the activity straight after dinner.
By the time I finished my explanation, Pip was snuggled into bed and ready for her book. I had to let a small chuckle escape before I began reading. I couldn’t help myself; it was the vision of her exuberant, ‘I LOVE CHINESE FOOD MAMA!!!’ coupled with the sudden vomiting image. Pip didn’t see the irony, of course, but she laughed when I chuckled, just to keep my giggle company.