Summer is over and that means I get to spend Tuesday mornings with Cole and Emory. Crystal drops them off at about 9:00 a.m. They hadn't been here very long before the following exchange begins:
Cole: I am hungry. I need a snack.
Me: What would you like?
Cole: I don't know.
(I do know what he wants, but I tried to get him to eat something different)
Me: Would you like some fruit snacks? (opening the pantry door)
Cole: Those aren't fruit snacks. I don't want those.
(Oops, they were Costco dried fruit which he does like)
Me: How about some tomatoes? (We have delicious cherry tomatoes)
Cole: Cole doesn't like tomatoes. Cole likes French fries. (According to his Mom he won't eat them)
Me: Well, I'm not sure what you would like . . .
Cole: Open the refrigerator door and let's check it out.
He knows I keep green yogurt which he has to eat with a purple spoon. Soon he was a happy boy having eaten his "yogrut".
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