Who Cares if There is Intelligent Life Out There? I’m Just Trying to Keep Up With it in My Kitchen!

So Quinn was Hungry.  Nothing unusual.

I put him in the high chair and gave him a few apple slices.  Have you seen Burger King’s “apple fries”?  Yeah, that’s how I cut the apples for the baby.  He loves them.  They are tasty.  They feel good on the teething gums.  They are easy to hold.  He loves them.

The high chair, however?  Not so much love there.  Maybe it’s because I rarely sit down to eat?  Maybe it’s because he is only 15 months old?  Who knows?  But the kids wants to eat on the run, always.

So I gave him the apple slices and the biggest freaking Cheeto I’ve ever seen in my life (when did they start making spiral shaped cheese crap as big as my head?) and went to tidy up the counters a bit.  He stood up in the high chair with his fist full of apple slices.

I sat him back down.

He stood up again.

I sat him back down.

He stood up again.

I sat him back down.

As I was trying to tidy some more, I heard the unmistakable sounds of him standing up uh-gain.  When I went to sit him back down I noticed the apple slices were gone.  On the floor, of course.  So I figured he just didn’t want to eat that badly and lifted him out of the high chair, then bent down to pick up the apple slices.

I walked to the sink to rinse them off and he became absolutely indignant.  Appalled.  Distraught.  I put the slices back up on the high chair tray, out of his reach, and the caterwauling continued.

That is when I realized it people.  He threw the apples on the floor with every intention of retrieving them after duping me into springing him from his high chair prison.

So glad to see he’s not stupid.

Not that I wouldn’t love him if he were.  But still . . .

It’s nice to see he isn’t.

And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is eating apples.

5 thoughts on “Who Cares if There is Intelligent Life Out There? I’m Just Trying to Keep Up With it in My Kitchen!

  1. rainbowmom

    This just cracked me up. One of the funniest things I’ve seen in Vietnam are all the woman running around after the children with bowls of food. The kids would stop, take a bite, and run along.

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