Friday, August 05, 2005

What Kind of Food Am I?

Adding to our nightly ritual is a little routine (during the back-pat phase) called, "tell me all the foods I am."
Me: "Are you my little pumpkin?"
MM: "No." (laughing after each no.)
Me: "Are you my little strawberry?" (really, he should be considering how many of them he eats)
MM: "No."
Me: "Are you my little kumquat?" (don't you love the word "kumquat"?)
MM: "No."
Me: " Are you my little nectarine?"
MM: "No."
This goes on for a while, with him throwing out suggestions for what kind of food he is until finally he says, "That's enough, Mommy."
Me: "Are you my Big [Muffin Man's Real Name] Boy?"
MM: "YES!"

Then we do the whole kissing, hugging, "Night-night" thing and he goes to sleep. When it goes on too long, I have to really cudgel my brains to come up with foods. Often, I suggest pastries. I've actually been reduced to asking if he's a lobster or a veal scallopini. Hey! You've gotta be creative!

10 comments:

Phantom Scribbler said...

Awwwww! Your adorable little veal scallopini is too bleeping cute!

Yankee, Transferred said...

sweet. Good mama.

jo(e) said...

This nightly ritual would make me hungry ....

Liz Miller said...

Jo(e)'s BACK!!!!!!! Yay!

Anonymous said...

We play a related food game in our house called "Toddler Toe Buffet," in which, if the boys are barefoot, I grab them and pretend to eat their toes, asking "What's on the Toddler Toe Buffet today?" Then I try to come up with food that starts with "T" and incorporate toddler toes into it. Example - "Teriyaki Toddler Toes." I always run out too. And yes, I love the word "kumquat". Also "pomegranate". You guys are too cute.

Liz Miller said...

Oooohhhhh!! I want to eat at the Toddler Toes Buffet!

Anonymous said...

OK, all of us who have whatever the opposite of a foot fetish is just got a little woozy.

Anonymous said...

Hee, that's funny. I love those kind of games.

KLee said...

I can't go for the toes -- the Offspring has sweaty feet, and they always slip right out of my grasp. Darn her! We have the habit of calling her "Monkey", and every time we see a monkey on TV, we yell out. "Hey! There you are!" Or, "Is that Cousin Mike?" Or, "Hey! How did *you* get on TV?"

We don't do foods. I guess that's because we'd start naming all these foods, and then we'd end up in the kitchen at dark thirty, looking for a snack. I'm so suggestible. (Did someone say "cake"?)

RussianViolets said...

Oh, how cute is that? It's just absolutely adorable, she says, answering her own question. ;-)