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A Peanut Butter TalePosted January 11th, 2008 by Jen in family life, health/cooking/food, parenting“Can I have anuvver peanut butter san’wich, Mom?” I look and see the half-eaten sandwich on his plate, the fourth one today. “But,” I protest, “you haven’t eaten all of that one!” His wide sky-blue eyes, full of a three-year-old’s innocence, plead with me. “I don’t want the cwust.” When he wakes up in the morning, he asks for a peanut butter sandwich. Mid-way through morning, he asks for another. I take the kids to Papa’s Pizza for lunch, where I have to meet with a group of moms while the kids play, and he doesn’t eat his pizza. “I’m full,” he declares. But minutes after leaving, he cries, “I’m hungry! I want a peanut butter san’wich!” This latest dinner sandwich emptied my peanut butter jar. For weeks now, I’ve been giving in to the no-crust-peanut-butter-san’wich-monster. It’s become a bad habit. He and I are both lucky that he is child number four, and I’ve been down this slippery road before. Else I would be insane, and he would have peanut butter poisoning. But it’s all over now. I shall not buy another jar of peanut butter until I deem it is safe. Until he stops begging for the sticky, gooey, fattening spread morning, noon, and night. Until he submissively eats what is set before him with no thought of sinking his teeth into delicious peanut butter encased by two slices of peanut butter holders. Those great big eyes and “You’re my best friend” song will not tempt me at all, and if they do, there will simply be no peanut butter in the house. “It’s all gone, honey,” I call out. |
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8 Responses
How sweet is that?!! I hear you on the 4th kid thing. Our youngest has big blue eyes and he uses them too! I loved how you called bread “peanut butter holders”! We can’t do peanut anything here- one of the kids is severely allergic.
Ah, the Peanut Butter phase; it is a good thing you’ve been through this before.
Yogurt is our peanut better here. Son & Mom could eat it for every meal, I think. Its those rascally Green Things that no one eats enough of (including me).
Macy is exactly the same way. At times I’m afraid she will actually turn into a peanut and roll away. Oh well, she’s my third child, nothing to be worried about.
My son LOVED pb & j sandwhiches….he just informed me last week that he doesn’t want them anymore. so, there is hope…my son is 10 years old.
~Amy
Good luck with that strategy!
I was just like him as a kid . . . and guess what I just had for breakfast? Yup. Eggo waffles with pb and jelly. :-) There is no such thing as “not in the mood for pb.” And I’m much older than he is!
THANKS for participating in the Carnival of Family Life, hosted this week by Karen at Write from Karen!
The Carnival will be live on Monday, January 14, 2008, so be sure to stop by and peruse all the excellent submissions included this week!
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Aw now I want him to have his pb&j! Poor kid. Wont you reconsider?
Just teasing, but man the things we have to do as moms are just so hard sometimes!
Jane, what a bummer having to deal with a peanut allergy. Seriously, that’s serious stuff. Peanuts are everywhere!
Rob, now if it was only peas-n-carrots that he was infatuated with!
Kathleen, oh my goodness, I never stopped to consider that he may turn into a peanut and roll away! It’s a very good thing the jar is empty.
Amy, well, I have only 7 more years until the phase is over - thanks for the, um, encouragement. :-)
JHS, funny, when I served the little guy his pancakes this morning, the first thing he said was, “I want peanut butter on this!” Oh, honey, don’t you remember, it’s all gone! By the way, I AM hosting a Carnival of Family Life! You forgot that I’m up next after Karen! Jan. 21…but I’m eyeing a date in May - I’ll let you know!
Mrs. Darling, I know, I do have pangs of sympathy…but, must…stay…strong….
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