Grace versus Dinner

Grace took a really late nap. Usually I try and just forge through the evening and hope for an early bedtime, but it was clear that she had reached her breaking point. Sometimes she is so much like me it's frightening. She was just crying and she admitted that she didn't know why.

So I made her lay down, and I put on the TV. The last few minutes of "Curious George" were on, and then the kid shows were over, and an episode of the "Brady Bunch" came on. Peter had a crush on Jan's new classmate, but he kept making a fool of himself in front of her. So he came up with a scheme to have womanizing Greg hide in the bushes and tell him what to say, a la "Cyrano de Bergerac." No really. But then the new girl catches them and falls for Greg, so in order the get her to break up with him, he has to act like a "total rat."

Grace, of course, went right to sleep.
And slept through dinner.

We had previously invited Joe and Emilee over for ice cream sundaes, but Grace only ate a handful of M&Ms, so at 9:30, I'm trying to get her to eat something.

She said she'd eat a cheese stick -- so I got it for her and turned on "Max & Ruby" her favorite show, and my least favorite. Seriously, I'd rather watch "Barney" or a remedial math class on Channel 9.

She got as far as touching the end to her lips before she said:

"Mom, this cheese is too wiggly."

What that means, I have no idea. So I told her to think about what she would like to eat — cereal, peanut butter sandwich, yogurt — with a warning that if she didn't eat now, she couldn't eat until breakfast.

I'm in checking my email when I hear this from the family room: "Mom, I can't think."

Then she wandered in the office and said: "I can't think for breakfast."

She ate half a piece of toast, then we read books in her room until I fell asleep. Apparently she went downstairs with Jon and watched some show on the Beatles until about 11 p.m.