M spent the day with my parents. They picked her up from preschool and took her to lunch. When they asked her if she had a favorite restaurant, she named a trendy Asian noodle and dumpling restaurant in another part of town.
My parents had never been there, so it was quite an ordeal to figure out where it was. M insisted they needed to take a left, then a right, then drive straight. These directions made absolutely no sense to the people who actually know how to drive a car, so they called my sister who googled it.
Once they got to the restaurant, M didn’t know what we ordered because I usually just order whatever I want and give her some with a bowl of rice. My parents read everything on the menu to her and let her pick one. When it came out with shrimp instead of tofu, M made them return it and get the one with tofu.
When I talked to M tonight, she was very proud of her restaurant choice, giving directions and figuring out what to order. My little girl is growing up. She is also turning into a bit of a food snob, but she was born in San Francisco. We figure food snobbiness is in her blood.
Good girl. Send it back for the tofu!! Yes.
When I was in graduate school, I babysat for a professor. She had left some raviolli and pesto for dinner. When I asked the four year old if she was ready for her “noodles” for dinner, she replied pertly, “those aren’t noodles! We are having pest-OH with past-AH!” Gosh that babysitter is stupid! Toddler foodies unite!
Now if that’s not a sign that your parenting skills are A+, I don’t know what is. Mad props to the lovely Miss M.