Tonight, M has hit another important milestone in the life of every child.  I can tell you with certainty that this is an event I’m sure T and I will witness innumerable times over the course of the next 16 years we have the Bean at home.  Let me share with you the tale that unfolded this evening.

On leftover nights like tonight, we generally ask M if she wants to choose between a couple of meal options we can heat up for her.  Tonight, when T asked her what she wanted, he got no response.  So he told her since she didn’t choose, he was going to fix her some supper and that she needed to eat it. 

Now, let me just say that T didn’t fix her anything that would curdle the appetite of any normal child.  He fixed her a decidedly kid-friendly meal of chicken nuggets, which she normally loves.  True to two-year-0ld natures around the world, M did not want to eat her lovingly microwaved supper. 

After watching her fiddle around for a while, T said, “I don’t understand what the problem is.  You said you were hungry, and you like chicken nuggets.  You need to eat your supper.”

M’s eyes got watery.  Her little lip poked out.  She pointed her finger at him and announced, “You’re mean!” 

True to his wonderful daddy nature, he simply told M that she just needed to eat her supper, and she started eating.  Ever since I got home from work tonight and heard the story, I can’t stop snickering. 

Life is so hard when you’re two.