An emotional roller coster tonight at dinner over homemade chicken noodle soup.
Silas: stirring and stirring his soup, no bites yet
Joshua: "just taste it so you can experience the temperature."
Silas: small sip. "Ohh! It hurt my feelings!!!!" (He meant tongue, but said feeling. It was terrific! So many smiles as I explained the difference between tounge and feelings.)
Me: "Silas, we can't do anything tonight until you eat your dinner."
Silas: "I hate soup!" (I've never heard him say hate before. It just isn't a word we use. I flashed him a nasty glare.)
More stalling....
I mean stirring. Right, stirring.
Silas: small sip. "This is the best taste ever!"
20 min later, still waiting for him to finish .
Total dinner time: 43 minutes.
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