"Raising a kid is part joy and part guerrilla warfare."
~Ed Asner

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Fish Stick or French Fry

Pigs can fly!  The sky is falling!  Hell has frozen over!

Izabelle ate fish sticks for dinner.  She ate not one, not two, not three, not even four...but FIVE FISH STICKS!  Forget the fact that they were battered and smothered in ketchup.  She tried something new and liked it.  And it was fish! Hello, I'm not even a huge fan of fish.  They were really good quality fish sticks too.  Not that minced stuff.  As I was making dinner Izzie kept asking me what we were having.  If I had any chance of getting her to try one I wasn't about to tell her what they were.  So I kept telling her she would have to wait and find out.  I put two fish sticks on a plate with some ketchup along side a biscuit with honey.  I brought her over to the the table and sat her down.  She looked down at her plate.  She asked me what it was.  I picked up the fish stick, dipped it in some ketchup and told her to try it.  She took a bite....The moment of truth...."I like it!"  Praise Jesus!

After her third fish stick she told me they kind of looked like and tasted like french fries.  I told her they were fish sticks.  She laughed at me and said, "Fish sticks?  No, french fries." 

No  problem, we'll call them french fries!

(sorry about the quality)

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