Last week, I hugged my children.
This isn’t anything out of the ordinary. I often hug my children, but this time was different in one way: I broke their growers.
“I wish you could stay this size forever,” I said and then proceeded to squeeze them both so hard they squealed and groaned.
“There!” I said, “I squeezed you so hard, I broke your growers! Now you won’t grow anymore! Yay!”
They were DEVASTATED.
“I HATE THIS!” My son stomped his foot.
The game went on for the rest of the week.
“Look, Mom,” my daughter held up an empty plate, “I ate ALL my food! Now what will happen?”
“Well it will feel good in your belly,” I replied, “But it won’t help you grow. Grower’s broken? Remember?”
“UGGGHHH!”
The week culminated in the kids staring a pile of canned spinach on their dinner plates.
“what is dis?” My son pointed at the spinach.
“Spinach,” I said, “It fixes growers if you eat it all.”
They both had seconds, and I’m happy to report their growers -which being fictional were never broken in the first place -are now fully functioning at top speed.
Okay, I’m more SAD than HAPPY to report that. Turns out my fictional time freezer is broken, and it will take more than a few helpings of spinach to fix it.
Awesome! My babes would be super upset if their growers were broken, too… I wonder if I could use such a thing to get them to eat something they normally wouldn’t…? Thanks for the idea! :)
I used to eat things based solely on their feelings… for example, if I was eating carrots and peas I had to eat the same amount of each. The peas might get their feelings hurt if I left them out of the party! Okay, I was a weird kid. But I always ate all of my veggies because I was paranoid that the carrots would never forgive me if I paid more attention to the peas than to them. Ha! I tricked myself then and now I’m trickin’ my kids! * maniacal laugh*