Growing

Cade's an incredibly picky eater. In an effort to get him to eat more than chocolate milk and fruit snacks, B and I have started calling the healthy foods he normally shies away from "Growing Food." We'll give him some corn or eggs or oatmeal or cereal or whatever, and announce that it's time for him to eat his growing food, and when he eats them, we'll make a big fuss about how awesome that is that he's getting bigger and stronger. We'll say "Soon you're not even going to fit in your car seat!" and "Woah! I think your toe's getting bigger right now!" He loves it.

This afternoon, I grabbed Arby's on my way home from an appointment. I opened it up, said, "Oh Cade, yum! Do you want to eat some of Mommy's sammie? It's such a great growing food!" And to illustrate, I took a big bite. He looks at me, then claps, and says, "Mommy, you're getting bigger!!"

Shut up, kid.