Christmas miracles come in all forms. This year, it came to us as a wiener.
We’re spending a few days with T’s Grammy and Grandad in the East Coast. We had booked this trip earlier this Fall when the pandemic was in a stable condition and decided to proceed with it.
T is having a great time with the hubby’s family and without the pressure of school, he is in great spirits, albeit a full blown punching and kicking meltdown during teeth brushing last night.
I’ve written many times about what a picky eater T is. But during our first lunch on Wednesday with my in laws, T decided he was going to join us and have a hotdog.
He usually just has the bun and ignores the wiener when we’ve given it to him in the past.
Yesterday, he had two additional hotdogs for lunch and proclaimed that he loves hotdogs.
I don’t ever ask for much during Christmas but this was a wonderful gift to be able to add one more meat item to his food repertoire.
Yes, hotdogs are meat – and you can’t convince me otherwise.
This will join McDonald’s chicken nuggets, chicken tacos from Taco Bell, Pizza Hut pizza, fish maw soup from Congee Queen, and frozen meatballs from No Frills as meats that he’ll eat.
You wish your child has such a refined palette!
All jokes aside, I’m looking forward to having just two weeks of relaxation during the holidays.
I am burnt out from my marathon Fall and am not mentally prepared for the inevitable return to virtual schooling after the break.
My goal this and next week is to vegetate and do a whole lot of nothing. Unless it’s an emergency, I ain’t getting out of my pajamas and house.
Wishing you and all your loved ones a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! May you all experience your own wiener miracle!