Desired Dining Destination as Designated by a Lil Diva: Because location is everything.
Dining out at a restaurant, an hierarchy of “preferred seating” exists: the quiet romantic booth in the corner trumps the breezy one by the front door, but both are better than the clattering din of the table with a clear view of the kitchen.
Lil Diva has an I Will Only Eat This Food At This Location Or I Will Scream My Banshee Wail, Throw Food Upon the Floor, and Make Your Life Miserable opinion about many of her foods.
If I’m feeding her at the kid’s picnic table (inside), I must sit next to her at that table. I cannot sit upon the ground, a chair, or stand. To do so, or attempt to do so, equals the aforementioned behavior.
Sampling the fine cuisine of Breakfast Yogurt with Daddy has its own dictate: the yogurt must be devoured outside on the kid’s outdoor picnic table.
I’m not sure how this began, only that “it is”.
To avoid a battle over such an innocent thing, CG and I yield to these simple demands, shake our heads, and wonder, “What the frak…?”
What have your children/spouse/friends said or done this week to make you go, “What the frak??”