March 09, 2005
Finally. Annie will eat fish. You see, her mother doesn't eat fish (although I did get her to eat sushi once). As a result, Annie thinks fish is icky. This caused a problem when I was dating this lady some time ago. She made this wonderful dinner of chilean sea-bass. It was exquisite. I asked (forced) Annie to try it. She made a face and said "I'm going to throw up". I think that was one of the reasons that that relationship didn't work. At any rate, my attempts to encourage her to try fish were unsuccessful. When she spent the night at Colleen's they had fish sticks. Being a good guest, she tried it (I mean, come on, Colleen was eating it!), and decided she liked it.
Now we are at the other side of the spectrum. I bought some breaded fish fillets and we've been eating them.
Yes, the darn it thing has gotten on my nerves lately, but it could be worse, I guess.
And what kid doesn't always want pizza? Well, at least it's progress...
Fishy.
Now we are at the other side of the spectrum. I bought some breaded fish fillets and we've been eating them.
Daddy: I'm tired and hungry. How about we order pizza tonight.
Annie: No, I want fish.
Daddy: We ate all the fish last night.
Annie: You ate all the fish!!!!
Daddy: No, we ate all the fish last night.
Annie: Can we buy more.
Daddy: Not tonight.
Annie: Darn it!
Yes, the darn it thing has gotten on my nerves lately, but it could be worse, I guess.
And what kid doesn't always want pizza? Well, at least it's progress...
Fishy.