I am lying to my daughter. And, no, I'm not talking about Santa.
If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you know Evie is teeny-tiny. You also know I worry and obsess about her weight gain. But I have discovered a great trick!
Evie is in love with The Backyardigans. So lately, we don't have macaroni and cheese - we have "Ho Daddy, Surf's Up Noodles." We don't have sausage and barley soup - we have "Yeti Soup." Instead of ham, we have "Vroom, Vroom Crusin' the Dunes Ham."
Tonight we had pork. Evie wouldn't touch it. What she really begged for was my Spring Mix salad with Red Wine Mist dressing. But when I said "Do you know what that is? It's Polka Palace Party Pork!" she dug right in. Immediately. In fact, she ate every single bite on her plate. She also had a hefty helping of Ho Daddy Noodles.
Why can't this work in reverse? Wouldn't it be great if I just renamed chocolate cake and then didn't want it anymore? "Big Belly Brown Bread? No thanks!" Wishful thinking...
How 'bout you? What little white lies do you tell your children?