My older son (OS) asked my husband for a PB&J sandwich. My husband went and made him one. However, after a few minutes my husband realized that OS had not touched the sandwich. Here's the conversation:
Husband: Why won't you eat your sandwich? OS: I don't want it. Husband: Why don't you want it? OS: Because it's ick. Husband: Why is it ick? OS: Because I don't want it.
Here's another one. OS packed up his diapers a few days before Christmas to give to Santa Claus. During the first day we were pretty desperate to get him comfortable with sitting on the potty chair. So when he asked us for a sandwich when he was sitting on the potty chair in the living room, we said "okay". Yes, I know it's completely unsanitary and disgusting. Just read this as a true mom confession. I know there's some things all you parents have done out there that you would cringe if anyone knew.
AE: Please make sure your penis is pointed down. I'm worried you're going to pee on the floor. OS: I can't Mommy. I'm busy. AE: What do you mean you're busy? OS: I'm eating a sandwich, Mommy.
It worked! After a couple of days he was day time potty-trained (let me emphasis day time).Labels: Child Health and Personal Care, From the Mouths of Babes, Humor (at least Attempted) |
That's the most honest definition of "ick" that I have ever heard. Most adults like to create some kind of justification for why something is "ick." Truth is there is nothing inherently icky about spinach. I think it is icky because I don't like it.
-J