The Standoff

This was you two playing in the yard after dinner, once you had "made up."

Bibby,

You have gotten to be a rather picky eater. Foods that you used to love you have decided that you don't like anymore. Last night I put some turkey on your plate...the best kind, the Boar's Head from Publix and I even cut it in squares because you always eat those nasty turkey chunks off the salad bar but this time you weren't having it. You would not take a bite. Dad and I told you that you couldn't get up or have ice cream until you ate one bite of turkey. Well, it was definitely the battle of the wills. I had vision's of 12 years from now when you and your dad are having a stare down over curfew. I really thought you two might have to spend the night at the table. He said he wasn't leaving until you ate a bite of turkey and your weren't going to do it. Finally, you caved.....of course you only ate one tiny little square and then said it wasn't too bad but of course wouldn't eat any more. After all of the dishes were clean and Virginia and I had been playing I got the camera to document the two strongest willed people I know. Dad did fix you an enormous bowl of ice cream.