Eww, yucky!

Dear LittleDude,

Today, you decided you don't like raisins. Or maybe you decided you did. Here's what happened.

At the commissary this morning, you were anti-sit-in-the-cart and anti-walk. I tried bribing you with a sucker, but since our last trip to the commissary when I broke down and let you have a cookie from the package we were buying, you were also anti-sucker. So, cookie it was. You chose oatmeal-raisin from the bakery. I tried to convince you to go for the chocolate chip since those are your favorite, but the oatmeal raisin looked yummier to you. Maybe the raisins looked like big chocolate chips.

I knew you were disappointed the moment you bit into the cookie because your little nose crinkled up, you got that look on your face that says "Eww, yucky!" and you continued to be anti-cart. For the record, it is very difficult to shop for groceries with a 28-pound two-year-old hanging around your neck while munching a cookie and holding an un-opened sucker. It is even harder to shop for groceries while that two-year-old is spitting the icky raisins from his otherwise delicious oatmeal cookie down your shirt or picking them out of his mouth with his fingers and trying to shove them into your own mouth. Just so you know, kiddo, Mommy is not a huge fan of raisins either -- especially not half-chewed raisins (even if they were half-chewed by the cutest kid in the world).

The kicker? Once we got home and had lunch, you wanted one of the eleven remaining cookies. And you ate it -- and an extra -- without a whimper, raisins and all. So, you either like raisins, or you don't. But we're not going to find out which during next week's trip to the commissary.

I love you.
Love, Mommy