Lately at the supper table Davilyn has a battle of wills with us over eating her meal. She starts off by telling us how much she doesn’t like what is on the plate in front of her. We always remind her that in fact she does like it. At least she did last week when we served it.
More often than not, Craig and I win these little battles. She is usually persuaded to eat something.
Last night, we failed. Big time. Or I should say, I failed.
I told her she could either eat her supper or go to bed early (it was before 5:00 p.m.). She opted to go to her bed early. I fully expected that I would go in and check on her and she would cave and agree to come out and eat something off of her plate. The first time I went in, she said, “No.” So I left her there. The second time I went in, I found her asleep.
And that my friends, was an Epic Fail.