Anyone who knew me during the first few months of my pregnancy will tell you I was hoping my baby would be a girl. I imagined us doing the typical mom-and-daughter boding activities: shopping, lunch, etc.
I guess a part of me also knew there would come a day when she would start stealing things from me. I hoped it would be clothes. I hoped it wouldn’t be money out of my wallet. (Youths…) What I didn’t anticipate? An unavoidable obsession with stealing my food.
My friends and I have started calling her the seagull. She’s constantly hovering, and if you give her a bite, she just becomes more determined.
I should be happy — my daughter eats everything! It’s a parent’s dream! But GOSH do I wish I could get through a meal without getting hassled by the little people.
Lately, all my meals look something like this:
It’s my pizza, kiddos. Back off.
But, as parenting troubles go, I know I’m pretty lucky. I’d rather have a seagull than a picky eater any day.
Stand down, little seagull. Stand down.