Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Anything But That!!

Liam is a bit weird about food. He didn't used to be: after the standard toddler tussle about the issue, it ceased to be an issue. However, in the intervening years since he's been in my full-time care, he's developed some anxiety about the subject. First thing through the door in the morning, he asks what we're having for lunch. His eyes are wide and intent, his demeanor worried. I am a seat-of-the-pants woman when it comes to meal prep. At 8:30 in the morning, I generally have no idea what's for lunch. I see his anxiety, though, so I'm ultra casual about it, "Liam, it's 8:30. I have no idea. But don't worry, you'll like it." Generally he does. As far as I can make out, he likes most things, and his dislikes are few and pretty standard. If he doesn't like something on his plate he eats it with no fuss, except for the doleful expression on his face. That's how he is with me. One wonders what has occurred in the intervening three years. Anyway. The other day, Liam and Emma were playing The Sims on my computer. Emma had, at Liam's instruction, created a family comprised of Liam, Emma, and Liam's dad. Partway into the game, he had another thought. "Emma! Let's make Beryl! We need a Beryl in our family!" (Beryl is dad's live-in girlfriend.) "I'm sorry, Liam, but it's too late in the game to add another person into the family. The game won't let us do that now." Liam is disappointed. He is not deterred, though, and seeing another character walking down the street, he points her out. "What about her?" "Hey, what a great idea! That's Mary, Liam! She lives over there," Emma explains, indicating another house, where Emma has created a model of her own family, "but we can invite her to visit, and if we're real nice to her, in a while we can ask her to move in with us. Do you want to do that?" Liam's little face radiates delight. "Yeah!!!" Split-second pause. Liam's little face radiates horror. "No, no, don't do that!" Emma is naturally curious about this schizophrenic moment. "Why not, Liam?" "She'll make us eat ONIONS!"


Anonymous Si said...


7/19/2005 09:10:00 a.m.  
Blogger ieatcrayonz said...

That's adorable. At least he's got his priorities straight.

I love the Sims. I used to play it for hours and think only 30 minutes had passed. I guess I just replaced one addiction with another: blogging.

7/19/2005 02:54:00 p.m.  
Blogger Candace said...

How DARE you make him eat ONIONS!


Actually, onions are one of the few foods that I truly despise.

7/19/2005 03:59:00 p.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Crayonz: I've watched a few hours of Sims, but never played. It's absorbing, for sure, but for me, blogging is more truly addictive!

Misfit: In fact, I haven't made the boy eat onions in forever. He must be remembering something from long ago. Now that he eats what he's given without a fuss, he's allowed a few likes and dislikes. Onions are top of his hate list, and I respect that. For me, it's liver and lima beans. Geeagh...

7/19/2005 07:48:00 p.m.  

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