With Alex out of town on business, Tyler and I picked up Chic-fil-a for dinner. We snacked on the potato wedges on the drive home. Once home I served up Tyler's chicken nuggets, but also made the mistake of pulling his chocolate milk out of the bag. Tyler was hell bent on ignoring the nuggets in favor of the chocolate milk.
My headstrong son did not want to be told that he'd have to eat nuggets before getting chocolate milk. He started to wave his hands and knocked a nugget from my hands to the floor (lucky Daisy). Then he started to so feverishly push the chicken away that he started spilling his dipping sauce (all the while he's whining and shrieking). I was so angry I slammed my hand on the table (hoping to shock him) and told him strongly NO! Bad idea. All it did was upset him more and make him cry nonstop.
I picked him up and carried him to his crib. We both needed a break so we could calm down. But in less than a minute I could hear through the monitor that he was now near hysterical (not good either). I popped back in his room and he stood at the edge of his crib sobbing with his arms outstretched. I asked him if he was ready to behave. Yes he nodded. Are you ready to try your chicken? Yes he nodded.
I carried him downstairs to the kitchen table. As I sat down he asked to get up in my lap. Then I handed him a piece of chicken and he popped it in his mouth and even managed to say thank you. I told him how happy I was that he tried the chicken and then offered him some chocolate milk. More chicken, more milk. My usually well-mannered boy was back and even cheery. Will I be laughing about this a year from now when he refuses to eat anything
but chicken nuggets?