As I placed Sara’s dinner plate in front of her the other day, I realized that earlier in the day I had told her dinner would be fish with tomato and zucchini. We’re lucky – that is one of Sara’s favorite meals. But in the midst of school pick up and ballet I had forgotten this promise and when it came time to cook, warmed up some spinach with garlic instead. It was easier, and she is a big fan. Usually.
But I had said zucchini and she was NOT happy with a substitute green veg, even one she normally loves.
“Where is my zucchini and tomato?” she looked at me with pleading eyes.
“Sorry sweet, I forgot. I’ll make it for you tomorrow.” I tried the casual, apologetic route.
“But you SAID zucchini” her voice more accusatory.
“ I WANT ZUCCHINI.”
“Honey, I’m really sorry, but we don’t have time to make zucchini now, you’ll have to have the spinach. Or just eat the fish”
By now, the tears are there full force, and my husband has come home in the middle of this zucchini-driven spectacle.
“I WANT ZUCCHINI.”
Things deteriorated from there, to a full-blown foot stomping, face turning red tantrum. She’s three and a half, it happens. And I know it wasn’t really about the zucchini, but about my saying one thing and doing another. But I have to say, if she has to have a tantrum about something … the fact that it is over her desire for a green vegetable does make it a little easier to take.
And in case you are wondering, yes, I did make the zucchini the following night.