It was one of those evenings when the girls are hungry before the food has cooled. They clamber up to the table only to whine about how hot everything is. It was 4:30 PM. Bella gets one bite of steaming hot soup and freaks out so much that she refuses to eat another bit of dinner. She's starving and cranky and completely uninterested in sitting to eat her meal. She writes off the entire ordeal because of one hot bite. She's not stubborn at all.
An hour later she's jumping and tumbling and bumps her head on the leg of the coffee table. I grab a bag of old frozen peas and carrots to put on her head (which she refuses). Somehow the girls get together and open the injury bag, Addie starts feeding her sister the frozen peas and Bella asks for more.
It was one of those nights that I simply said "whatever".I kind of agree with Addie though.