M this morning, “Can I have that sweet cereal again? I want sugar for breakfast! Sugar! I want something sweet!”
We talked about how we would have ice-cream tonight for dessert, but that breakfast was cereal, oatmeal, toast or a sandwich with melon. She’s been eating ham sandwiches for breakfast recently with pickles. In Germany, lunch meat is a common breakfast thing, so we go for it. Breakfast seems to be a meal where we all sort of get what we want within reason. She is given choices, but we don’t all eat from the same things like we do at dinner. I’m OK with this. M doesn’t chose toast, or cereal much, and we have a pleasant time.
Just thought I’d share the morning conversation. I have to chuckle when I think of what I do for a living, at how fastidious we’ve been about optimal feeding, but she’s still a kid!