I Know Just How She Feels

Making dinner for three-year-olds is an exercise in patience, luck, and usually futility. They're usually not that hungry, they're super picky, plus there's the ying and yang of trying to get something healthy into them that they'll actually eat AND that I have ingredients for AND isn't the same thing they've eaten 72 nights in a row. It's a lot of fun.

Anyway, dinner on Tuesday night was going to be something -- I can't recall what -- probably yet another foray into the holy trinity of chicken nugget, Tater Tot and grapes when Mercer decided what she really wanted was a tortilla with cheese on it.

So I made her a quesadilla/roll-up.

WRONG!

You see, the cheese was NOT supposed to be melted. Make another one, Mama.

So I made another cheese roll-up, this time the tortilla was warm but the cheese was cold.

WRONG!

Everything needed to be cold AND she needed to put the cheese on herself AND she needed to roll it up herself.

Fine, have at it, said I.

So I helped her put on the cheese (No, let ME do it) roll it up but because the tortilla was cold it started to break and that was NOT WORKING AT ALL (tears begin in earnest).

So Maria picks her up, trying not to laugh, and says, "Are you tired, honey?"

And Mercer responds (crying) "Yes I am tired but I just want it the way I want it!"

I mean, exactly. Right?